"Reckless," Holland breathed. Whether he was talking about Kell or Delilah, he wasn't certain. All of his focus was zeroed in on what Kell was doing. His fingers, the pressure of his body as it shifted against him and soon down too low.

He tipped his head down to watch the path Kell took and licked his lips softly. Why was he so beautiful? All of that red hair, the pale skin, those eyes...

"You're not allowed to die for her stupidity," he growled softly and moved his free hand to brush along Kells cheek, and up into his hair.