Her brows snapped together. “I thought you wanted me to stay away from you?” The question came out softer than she’d meant, but she didn’t know what to do with all this buzzing energy or the unsettling intensity of his gaze as his gray eyes burned into hers. Loche’s jaw clenched, and his eyes darted to the door for a moment before he sighed. “I never said I wanted you to. I said that you should stay away from me.” “Why?” she whispered.