The thought stung more than it should have. Getting emotionally invested in the target's feelings toward him was not part of the plan. But it was really hard for his resolve not to waver at all.
Neville's gaze drifted, almost unconsciously, to Grayson's neck. Something had caught his attention. There was a reddened spot just visible above his collar.
At first, he thought it was irritation, perhaps a reaction to Grayson's new coat. But when he looked closely with his enhanced eyesight, he realized that it was a mole that was causing it.
A black mole.
On Grayson's secondary gland.
Without thinking, Neville reached out to check further.
But Grayson moved away so fast that Neville's fingers closed on empty air. In the same motion, his hand came up to cover the back of his neck, shielding the spot from view.
"Is there something wrong?"
The smile that accompanied the question was wrong.
