Viola's gray gaze—normally so impassive—sparks alive with delight. She wants to memorize this moment. The stillness in the center of chaos, the thrum of her heart in her ears, the glide of his Adam's apple as he swallows his nerves. If she ever gets the chance to climb back inside of this moment, she'll be sure to lay her lips just there, where his throat meets his jaw. Tell him that he doesn't need to be scared.

"I know," she breathes.