“I was supposed to kill you,” he whispers, his breath hot on my skin. “My father wanted me to slit your throat and leave you on your father’s doorstep as payment for what he did to our lab and what you did to him in the restaurant.”
Suddenly, I’m cold. My arms and legs feel weak and wobbly, and it is all I can do to stand up. “Kill me?”
Luka nods slowly. “My proposal saved your life. So, again: you’re welcome.”
I study his face, trying to find answers to the questions bouncing around in my head. Why would he save me? Why would Luka go against his father’s wishes and propose to me? Especially when he clearly had no problem killing other people? Cal Higgs and Samuel flash across my mind. What made me different?
“Why?” I ask, managing to give voice to the root of my questions. “Why me?”
