Fourth Bond
She thought she could never be more frightened than when she first gained her mutation, or when Logan went flying through the windshield of his truck, surely dead, or when Magneto told her coldly he would kill her, or when Bobby almost died beneath her terrible touch.
She was wrong.
The idea of touching someone, for real, of having even those achingly brief moments of freedom, made her fingers itch, her heart long, and her mind start screaming to the rest of her to back away.
"Calm, chère," he whispered, too close against her skin. "We'll practice."
She swallowed. Hard.