Rafe's eyes burn into me as he repeats, "Why are you still here?"

Every word vibrates through me like a kiss, a delicious but dangerous touch on my skin.

"They asked me to stay," I tell him. "Dante and Ashlyn."

"That's not what I mean." He shifts ever-so-slightly nearer. "You were different than the others. And then you lied to me. So I'm going to ask you one more time - why are you still here?"

I can hardly think straight. That look in his ...