“I’m not going to kill you, if that’s what you’re waiting for.” The corner of his mouth kicks up again, and it’s like staring into the eye of a storm. So hauntingly beautiful you almost forget you’re in danger. Almost. “I’m honored. Let me know if you change your mind.” Doubtful. I’ve actually decided his death might be one of the greatest losses this world could suffer. Not that I’m going to tell him that, of course. This . . . whatever between us will grow into a ravenous beast unless I starve it to death—I’m certain.
