He tilted my face toward him with nothing more than the light touch of his fingertips, and in that moment, I felt like I’d fallen straight into a trap I never even saw being set. I couldn’t tell if it was because of how close we were or because of the way he was looking at me, but it felt like electricity crept from the base of my neck down my spine.

“Evie…” he repeated, his voice even lower now, almost a whisper—yet every letter reverberated through my chest. “Look at ...