“Oraya, look—” He took two steps forward, and just as quickly, I matched the distance away. He paused, eyes narrowing. “What?” he said. “You’re afraid of me?” The cocky smile had left my face. I said nothing. “What, no smart-ass retort for that?” He took another step forward, and again, I took one back. “Get away from me,” I hissed. And he said quietly, “No.” Another step. I hit the wall. “Raihn,” Mische whispered, “maybe don’t…”
