It was Jem who broke away and ran up the stairs to her. As he reached her, she saw that he had high color in his face, and his eyes were bright and hot. She wondered how much of the drug Will had let him take, so that he would be ready to fight.
“Tessa—,” he said.
“I didn’t mean to say good-bye,” she said quickly. “But—it seems odd to let you leave without saying anything at all.”
He looked at her curiously. He did something that surprised her then, and took her hand, turning it over. She looked down at it, at her bitten fingernails, the still-healing scratches along the backs of her fingers.
He kissed the back of it, just a light touch of his mouth, and his hair—as soft and light as silk—brushed her wrist as he lowered his head. She felt a shock go through her, strong enough to startle her, and she stood speechless as he straightened, his mouth curving into a smile.
“Mizpah,” he said.
She blinked at him, a little dazed. “What?”
“A sort of good-bye without saying good-bye,” he said.