"Why not?" she insisted, and then she  did  touch him, and fuck, it was torture, it was misery, he wanted her so badly. His self-control was a fraying lifeline, dangling him into a chasm of unimaginable darkness. If he fell, there was no going back. Her hand was on his arm, just above the Dark Mark, half-curled around his elbow, and he shook her off angrily. 