“Why bring me with you?” The hardness in his eyes softened only a bit, and he reached out to thumb the blood from my jaw. “You’re better off with me.” “Better off?” Scowling at the implication behind his words, I shook my head. “What the hell does that even mean?” “Weeks, I’ve watched you. In class. While you sleep.” His confession sent a shiver of distress up my spine, while the visual of him watching me sleep played inside my head. “He doesn’t deserve you. None of them do.”