“Whatever this is, it cannot happen,” he told her quietly, clearly, his voice low but firm. “You’re my student and I’m your teacher, but worse, I’m dangerous. Girls I interact with dance with death much sooner than they should. If you value your life, don’t look at me like that. Not with those eyes.” He leaned closer, his warm breath and burning scent washing over her. “It makes me want things, little crow.”
