GENEVIEVE
I flinch again, and it's crazy, but this time I think I do it because hearing him swear is as rare as seeing a flying unicorn. And it's sexy, him swearing. It's masculine and fits his authority perfectly.
- My battery is dead, - I say awkwardly, because yes, it is dead, but I also let it die on purpose.
- Make sure it never happens again. Next time I call, you answer.
"You're not my keeper, Dan." I need to get this out somehow so I don't still feel like a burden.
He pauses, watching me intently with that wild look of his. Now I know why people are afraid to make eye contact. With a single glance, he can make a person doubt their life. It would be safer to avoid those dark eyes and the twisted promise within, but I don't. I've never been one for security, anyway.
