'Benedict closed his fingers around Shane's wrist, pinning it to the table for a moment before releasing it, the action so out of the blue, so quickly over, Shane jerked with shock, his heart rate increasing. His wrist felt warm where it'd been held, a heat that pulsed through him, leaving him aching for something he couldn't have.
"We agree on some things," Benedict said meeting Shane's gaze calmly. "Don't we, Shane?"
"You and me," Shane said when he could speak without his voice betraying him, "we're going to have a little chat later. Count on it."'