ALTIt was strange, how far away and blunted all sensations were to her. Most days, Gideon felt exactly like the thing she was: a ghost piloting an expired meat suit. But when Harrow slowly, cautiously bridged the space between them and her hand found Gideon’s in the sheets, Gideon could have sworn that she registered the heat of her skin.
[Harrow rescues a Tower Prince and they fight their way out of the castle while arguing the entire time.]
read on ao3: the freckles on your arm mirrored a body of stars