I feel Rafe’s gaze scorch my cheek. When I force myself to look up at him, he pins me with a dazzling smile, one that doesn’t match the dark storm in his eyes. “You’re proving to be trouble, girl.” His voice is equal parts calm and sinister and sends a shiver down my spine. It’s a threat, one delivered with a smile, and it makes me realize that underneath the charm and the heart-breaker good looks, Raphael Visconti is terrifying.
