“You need to leave,” he murmured as he straightened. His fingers were still curled around my wrist. “Then let me go.” He released me instantly and took a step back. I stayed where I was. I wanted to touch him, wanted him to touch me in turn. He cursed and then he was upon me, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other on my hip, the touch hot, warning and promise. I could almost taste his lips they were so close. His touch made me feel more alive than anything ever had, and I wanted more of this feeling, wanted to drown in it. “Leave,” he rasped. “Leave before I break my oath.”
