“Would you trust me if I show you that I care about you?”

Anger flares in my chest, and my voice turns sharp, cutting. “I don’t need you feeling sorry for me.” I start to stand up, and Luna hops off my lap. “If you want a charity case, go find someone else to save.”

His expression darkens instantly. “That’s not what this is.”

“What is it, then?” We’re both on our feet now, and I back away from him. “Why else would you—”

He moves fast. In the blink of an eye, his hand is cupping my jaw, and then, out of the blue, his mouth is crashing down...