Laurent startled away at the gesture, scowling distrustfully at him.

The light touch had made shivers go down his spine. Only a touch, and it filled him with the yearning to press closer, to yield, to trust. He didn't understand how that was possible. Either Gansey had some mysterious power or influence, or the mere fact of his aesthetic appeal was enough to create this impact upon Laurent's senses.

He glared for a moment longer, pale cheeks flushed dark with blood, and then continued leading the way to the library.