Tarrant ran his fingers along the side of Vryce's jaw as the priest slept. How strange to touch another thus, in something other than violence. His hand stopped, and he bent low to the other man's face, studying the rugged outlines and contours he was finding more and more interesting as the days passed. He touched the auburn hair, and on a whim, he bent forward and quickly placed a kiss upon those lips. Lightning arced through him, and he staggered back. He stared at the sleeping form in astonishment. This was a danger he hadn't anticipated…