I appeal to him with my eyes. “Please…I’m a virgin, too. You’ll hurt me.” He takes his hand back from my face as if burned, his stormy eyes shooting to mine. “I’ll hurt you,” he repeats slowly. Then, “What were you thinking, coming into a place like this? If someone else had grabbed you first—” “Let’s not think like that,” Klay says quickly, an edge of residual panic in his tone.
