Lola’s POV

Flint’s grip tightened around my arm, firm enough that I could feel the strength coiled beneath his restraint. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, bore into mine. His lips moved slowly, deliberately.

“I’m sorry.”

The words stunned me. For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My breath caught, and my chest clenched. I stared at him, searching his face for any hint of sarcasm, but all I saw was seriousness.

The disbelief poured out of me before I could stop it. “Why are you ...