"Shana!" Valyn froze, tensing at the touch. He didn't pull away from her or push her away, but he remained still, not returning the kiss. Ancestors, it was nice, and a part of him jumped at the brush of lips on lips.... but she was sedated, not in her right mind.

"Not like this," he said softly, turning his head a touch, resting his forehead against hers. "You aren't thinking right."

It was the truth. She wasn't. But it also gave him more time. For what, he wasn't sure.