Alyssa

Before Niko can get his hands on me, I start backing away, my heart pounding with defiance.

"Niko, I'm serious," I snap, heat rising to my face. "Get away from me. I'm still mad at all of you."

He doesn't stop.

He doesn't even slow down.

He stalks forward, eyes locked on mine. His tongue drags over his lips, like he can already taste me.

"It's okay, sweet girl," he says. "I'm about to show you how good I can grovel."

Stupidly, I lurch to the ...