Zane runs his palm down my leg, distracting me from my thoughts. “What can we do, Dove?” I frown at him. “Dove?” “Yeah, it suits you. You might be a big bad raven to the rest of the world, but in these four walls, you’re softer, calmer, more pure. Like a dove.” I’m speechless and my heart is hammering in my chest as I peer up at him. How do they all have a way of getting under my skin? “So, Dove, want to play a drinking game?”
