I was so embarrassed I couldn't speak. My face burned hot, and I just realized… Finnick wasn't what he seemed. On the surface, he looked calm, polite, almost like a gentleman. But underneath, he was sharp, instinctive, and dangerous—a predator waiting for the right moment.
I wanted to hide, to stay silent, but Finnick wasn't letting me go that easily. He lifted my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. His voice was low, insistent. "Answer me, Vivian."
Two crimson patches spread across my cheeks. I looked away and muttered, "It… depends on my mood."
He froze for a moment, then a slow, pleased smile spread across his face. That was probably the best response he could hope for from someone as shy and reserved as me. He pulled me closer, wrapping me in his arms, and whispered, "Very well. I hereby promise you… my unwavering protection from now on."
