“Go ahead,” he breathed. “Lie to me. I already know the answer. I know you feel my power.” His chin rose, our lips so very, very close. “Because I can feel yours, too.” No. No. He smirked. “You’re no more mortal than I am.” “No,” I whispered. Argued. Bellowed. Begged. “You’re wrong. You’re—you’re mistaken.”
