Okay, that really shouldn't have happened. And we’re not going to talk about that, right? Ever?” <br />“Right,” she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. “Never happened.” <br />He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. “Claire—” <br />“I know.” <br />“Lock the door,” he said.