“I’m so sorry,” he says, tracing a fingertip over my cheek. “Are you all right? I’ve been so worried. I would have been here sooner, but they wouldn’t let me back to see you.” “That’s twice you’ve gotten by The Dane. Perhaps I need to up my security.” “Perhaps when it comes to you, I won’t let anything hold me back.” Rafe’s words aren’t teasing, not like mine were. If anything, his tone and his eyes are intensely serious.
