“Black?” he pressed. I inched in, getting in his face. “Because I’m in the black right now, and here . . . I think I enjoy myself,” I said, remembering last night and the freedom of risking and fighting and meeting your match. I wanted that life. “The only part of me anyone can ever hurt is my heart, and there’s no one on the planet my heart is more out of reach of than you,” I growled.
