“Did. He. Touch. You?” he asked again, but this time, his voice was deliberate, laced with something sharp and dangerous. 

Heat surged to my cheeks. “No!” The word burst from me too quickly and too desperately. “Not like that. He was just... helping me. I think. That’s all.” 

“You think?” Ace’s brows rose, his eyes narrowing. “Sabrina, you don’t even remember. How can you be so sure?” 

I swallowed hard, fingers tightening around the closed book in my lap. “Because ...