I stared at him. And my resolve, which had already been cracked and worn thin, slipped a little more.
“You’re dangerous,” I whispered.
“I know,” he said softly, stepping in one last time.
This time, I didn’t move back.
He raised a hand—slow, cautious—and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered there, warm against my skin. “But I’d never hurt you, Keya. Not even if you asked me to.”
My breath caught.
I didn't know what to say. Rafael said exactly the same.
"And you believe it, Keya. You do. We both know it."
"I might... but..."
"Do you really want to spoil this because of James? James has become insignificant. You had gotten your revenge, Ryker's Gshaana will be officially over in a few more hours. And you'll be free after you reject James. Do you really not..
