Ryker didn’t move. His eyes were locked on mine, and I hated the way my chest tightened at the sight of him. He stood there at the cliff’s edge like a shadow carved from moonlight and fury, and I couldn’t breathe.
“I told you,” he said again, stepping forward, voice low and rough. “I’m not leaving without you.”
“You should,” I snapped, backing away, trying to swallow the tremor in my voice. “You should run far away from me.”
“I already tried that,” he said. “Didn’t work.”
I turned, heat burning behind my eyes. I couldn’t let him see the war waging inside me—the fear, the anger, the wanting. I clenched my fists until the skin pulled tight over my knuckles. “Ryker, I can’t choose you. Don’t you get it? If I do, I doom us both.”
He walked closer, his voice a slow drawl. “Or maybe we stop
