RAVENNA POV
Darius had said I was his, had said his heart had claimed me as its own. And now Darius was close to me, our bodies almost touching, his lips hovering over mine.
My eyes left his lips and raised to his eyes. Those beautiful mismatched eyes were soft, softer than I've ever seen them. And they seem to be asking a question. They seem to be asking for permission.
My eyes dropped back to his lips—his wonderful-looking lips—and I took a deep breath and pulled away from him, even though my heart was screaming for me to close that space between us and kiss him.
My heart was a confused b***h. My head was more reasonable.
"We-we can't do this, Darius," I said softly, avoiding his gaze. "This can't happen between us. I am the prisoner, and you are my captor."
Even as I said the
