"You don't seem dangerous to me." Those words are a lie. I know as soon as they leave my lips. The air is tainted from the truth. He is dangerous. Very dangerous, and I'm careless for throwing myself into his world. I know it, but I don't want to acknowledge it.

"Sometimes the deadliest things are the most beautiful, tantalizing creatures," he replies, his dark eyes narrowing to search my face. He lifts his hand toward my cheek and grazes my jaw. I want to look away from his intense gaze, but I'm trapped. Lost in a sea of sorrow, and secrets. Something twisted lies deep in those irises