She can feel him shift yet again. Yet another different man in her arms. Who are you really? she wants to ask. She wonders if she'll ever really know. This him leaves her less wary, though, and when she breaks the kiss, Mina drags his lower lip between her teeth.

Her eyes wander over his face for what feels like the hundredth time, trying to find the key to unlocking him. It's deeply, deeply odd to have such an enigma before her. Mina's used to being the puzzle. She's used to being mother and helper and friend to much simpler men.

She doesn't say anything, but guides his braces off his shoulders, begins to unbutton his shirt.