“Do you want to dance with the Devil?” He bites my neck hard and I whimper.
His lips continue to roam up and down my neck.
“You need to protect yourself, because I can’t protect you from me,” he whispers against my skin.
I pull back and my eyes search his. “Are you warning me, Julian?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I smile softly. “Maybe you’ll be the one who gets hurt?”
He kisses me again and smiles as he cups my face in his hands. His eyes have a tender glow to them. “Beautiful Bree and her enchanting optimism.”
An uneasy feeling swirls deep within me. He’s warning me that he’s going to hurt me—to run while I can.
And I know I should.
Alarm bells ring in the distance. Who am I kidding? There is no distance; they scream all around me. I know for certain that this is
