KATALEYA'S POV

"Maybe I just like the idea of watching Dante Jones suffer."

"That's not a real answer."

"It's the only one you're getting."

"Then I'm not interested."

I crossed my arms.

"Good."

But neither of us moved.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked softly.

Slowly, he raised his hand.

Not suddenly.

Not forcing me.

Giving me plenty of time to pull away.

I didn't.

His fingers brushed my jaw.

And I forgot how to breathe.

The touch was light.

Barely there.

Yet my whole body reacted.

My heart ...