“It’s useless,” I croak. “Give up.”
Griffin pins me with a steady gaze. “Never.”
My insides somersault, drop, and combust. Never give up on me? Does he mean that? “Why? I’m not that pretty, I’m a huge pain in the ass, and people around me usually die.”
Griffin laughs, and right then he’s so compelling, so utterly unafraid of all the things that terrify me, that I want to jump on him and kiss him until my lips bruise.
“You think I’m kidding?” I demand. “You. Will. Die.”
“Worried about me?” He winks, and I see red. “And Cat? Modesty doesn’t suit you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”