Draven leaned closer.
My heart immediately betrayed me.
Traitor.
I swallowed.
Too close.
That was the problem. He was always too close when it mattered.
His thumb brushed my jaw, slow and deliberate, like he was deciding whether I was still allowed to change my mind.
"Still certain?" he asked quietly.
I lifted my chin.
"Yes."
His gaze darkened.
For a second, neither of us moved.
Then—
"You really are dangerous," he murmured.
I let out a small, shaky grin.
"That's your line."
"It was."
His eyes dropped.
Just for a heartbeat.
To my lips.
Then back to my eyes.
That tiny movement stole the air from my lungs.
Everything suddenly felt… smaller.
Warmer.
Too quiet.
"So?" I whispered.
His jaw tightened slightly.
"You have no idea what you're doing."
"I do."
"You don't."
"I do."
"Little cub," he warned softly.
"Draven," I shot back.
A pause.
A dangerous one.
The kind that felt like standing at the edge of something you couldn't name.
Then I moved first.
