“Nothing could’ve happened. Or your skin could’ve started to decay, and I would’ve lost you again.” His chest rose sharply as the gold specks in his eyes burned brightly. “Because I did lose you, Poppy. I felt your heart stop. The imprint on my palm started to fade. I was losing you, and you are my everything.”
I shuddered. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he told me. “None of what happened was your fault, Poppy. I just…I can’t feel that again.”