My jaw drops at his logic. Despite knowing how obsessed he is with me, living with it firsthand for weeks, I'm still stunned by the depth of his need to protect me. It's an awe-inspiring prospect, being the object of such deep obsessive focus.

He takes my hand in his and pulls me away from the edge of the rooftop toward the greenhouse. "Come, let's get you fed."

I'm okay with the change in subject. Diogo's fascination with me, while flattering, can also be ...