" Can I tell you something?" He tilted his head, moving in closer still, so close that she could feel his breath against her cheek. " Do you want to know what my grandma used to say about kisses on the forehead?" He pressed his lips to her brow, holding the silk soft kiss for a long moment while Isobel stood in place, unable to bring herself to shove him away." She told me it’s the kind of kiss we save for the dead. "