“You keep goading me into touching you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” His pupils dilated and my heart hammered recklessly against my rib cage. “You might think that you’re brave enough to take me on, to go toe-to-toe with me, but make no mistake about this.” Leaning in close, he pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, “You’re not the wolf in our story, Molloy.” His breath fanned my cheek, causing my pulse to skyrocket. “You’re the lamb.”