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the behavior of the clarinetist had indicated as much.<br />
She took Julian’s hand and they moved into the outside of the crowd, toward the end of the room,<br />
where the shadows were deeper. “Half faeries, ifrits, weres,” Emma murmured, taking Julian’s other<br />
hand so that they faced each other. He looked more ruffled than he had before, his cheeks flushed. She<br />
couldn’t blame him for being unsettled. In most crowds, their runes, if discovered, would mean<br />
nothing. She had the feeling this crowd was different. “Why are they all here?”<br />
“It isn’t easy, having the Sight, if you don’t know others who do,” Julian said in a low voice. “You<br />
see things nobody else sees. You can’t talk about it because no one will understand. You have to keep<br />
secrets, and secrets—they break you apart. Cut you open. Make you vulnerable.”<br />
The low timbre of his voice shuddered down through Emma’s bones. There was something in it that<br />
frightened her. Something that reminded her of the glaciers in Mark’s eyes, distant and lonely.<br />
“Jules,” she said.<br />
Muttering something like “never mind,” he spun her away, then pulled her back toward him. Years<br />
of practicing fighting together made them an almost perfect dancing team, she realized with surprise.<br />
They could predict each other’s movements, glide with each other’s bodies. She could tell which way<br />
Julian would step <strong>by</strong> the cadence of his breath and the faint tightening of his fingers around hers.<br />
Julian’s dark curls were wildly tousled, and when he drew her near him, she could smell the clove<br />
spice of his cologne, the faint scent of paint underneath.<br />
The song ended. Emma looked up and over at the band; the clarinetist was watching her and Julian.<br />
Unexpectedly, he winked. The band struck up again, this time a slower, softer number. Couples moved<br />
together as if magnetized, arms wrapping around necks, hands resting on hips, heads leaning together.<br />
Julian had frozen. Emma, her hands still in his, stood stock-still, not moving, not breathing.<br />
The moment stretched out, interminable. Julian’s eyes searched hers; whatever he saw there<br />
seemed to decide him. His arms came up around her and he pulled her close. Her chin hit his<br />
shoulder, awkwardly. It was the first awkward thing they’d done together.<br />
She felt him inhale, a hitching breath against her. His hands splayed, warm, under her shoulder<br />
blades. She turned her head. She could hear his heartbeat, swift and furious, under her ear, feel the<br />
hardness of his chest.<br />
She reached up to loop her arms around his neck. There was enough of a height difference between<br />
them that when she locked her fingers, they tangled in the hair at his nape.<br />
A shiver went through her. She’d touched Julian’s hair before, of course, but it was so soft there,<br />
there at the vulnerable space just under the fall of loose curls. And the skin was soft too. She stroked<br />
downward with her fingers, reflexively, and felt at the same time the top bump of his spine and his<br />
swiftly inhaled breath.<br />
She looked up at him. His face was white, eyes cast down, dark lashes feathered against his<br />
cheekbones. He was biting his bottom lip, the way he always did when he was nervous. She could<br />
see the dents his teeth made in the soft skin.<br />
If she kissed him, would he taste like blood or cloves or a mixture of the two? Sweet and spicy?<br />
Bitter and hot?<br />
She made herself shove the thought down. He was her parabatai. He wasn’t for kissing. He was—<br />
His left hand moved down over her back to her waist, sliding around to lightly cup her hip. Her<br />
body jolted. She’d heard of people having butterflies in their stomachs, and she knew what they<br />
meant: that flapping, uneasy feeling deep in your gut. But she had it now everywhere. Butterflies under<br />
all of her skin, fluttering, sending shivers that moved in waves up and down her body. She began to<br />
trace her finger over his wrist, meaning to write on him: J-U-L-I-A-N, W-H-A-T A-R-E Y-O-U D-O-I-