she 'd lie there all twisted up in her sheets , trying to think of the boyfriend she knew she ought to be thinking of , but instead remembering balthazar : framed by the stone arches of evernight 's hallways ; wearing fencing whites that outlined his muscular frame , mask tucked under one arm ; ready with a gentle smile for everyone even though there was always something distant and melancholy in his eyes ... something that made her want to take that melancholy away ... skye felt a guilty flush of longing at the memory-but why guilty ?