Chapter 55

I've held many people's hands, but never like this. With Lynx, it wasn't so much as the physical aspect of it- the softness, warmth, the slimness of a pianist fingers that she possessed. It was more of the emotional response I got from holding her. It was like petting a tiger, or a lion, or to give a more apt description, a feral lynx in the jungle. A fraction of me was amazed that a magnificent creature from the wild had so openly sought my company. There was novelty in it, as one would...