In Kersen's arms, he softened, draping his arms around Kersen's shoulders and tipping back his head. A shiver ran down Angelique's back despite the warm room, the warm touch. How strange it felt to live again in the skin he was born with, the body that never seemed to fit quite right... but Kersen understood that Angelique was more than just a body, more than makeup or skirts or high-heeled shoes.

"I want you to know me. Really... know me."