“What do you want me to say, Jonathan?” he demands, panting heavily as though he’s struggling to hold himself back. “That no matter how much I try to resist, I’m unable to keep myself from you? That the instant our eyes met in the theater, I saw our connection? Your heart called out to me, all ten thousand broken shards of it. How could I not answer when suddenly, in a room full of people, I could hear only you?” My eyes widen as Dacian’s hand moves to my face. “Do you have any idea how rare this is?” he asks.
