Her heart sticks in her throat at the touch. Of all people, she thinks she's hurt Lincoln the worst -- physically and emotionally -- and he means the most to her. The fear that she had lost him, irrational as it was, played in her mind in the small amount of time since she's come back to herself.

And the first thing he does is touch her and make sure she's okay, and it's all that Victra can do not to let her eyes water with tears of gratitude. They shine bright gold, but that's all. She won't allow herself anything more than that.

"That's not the point," she says. "Are you?"