“Seth, running from me won’t do you any favors.” He murmured the words, but his eyes were fixated on my lips. “You’re playing a dangerous game. The next time I catch you, I promise… you won’t get away.”  And maybe it was stupid to taunt him, but I couldn’t help it. I licked my lower lip and watched him track the movement, and then tilted my head. “Maybe I like to play with my food, too.”