““He caught my face in his hands and whispered, "Spend the night with me." ... "Kai ... we shouldn't." ... "I'm tired of living like I'm not alive." He dropped his hands from my face to grip my shoulders. "I'm bloody sick to death of it. I want one night to be alive. With you." He closed his eyes and leaned forhead on mine. "Please, Anna. One last night and we'll go back to being safw again. I need this. I need you." ... "I'll be good," he promised. "I won't let anything happen." Never looking away, I reached down and took his hand, entwining my fingers with his.””