Cynthia POV

The room was bathed in the soft glow of a dim lamp as the night pressed against the windows. I sat on the plush sofa, my heart pounding in my chest at the question he asked. Sinacore sat beside me, his green eyes locked onto mine, they almost glowed in the dim living room. He knew my answer before the words left my mouth.

He moved closer, slower now than the first time, as if he was scared and I'd change my mind and run. His lips ...