Jessica's POV
Caleb announced he planned to meet Bonita at dusk, and if I wasn't already drowning in worry before, I certainly was drowning now.
"You're still planning to go by yourself?" I demanded, rising from my chair and crossing to his desk. I pressed my palms flat against the polished surface and leaned forward, closing the distance between us.
He gave a single nod, his gaze meeting mine with that infuriatingly composed expression he wore like armor. "Yes. Nothing will make me reconsider."
A sound of pure frustration escaped my throat. "You stubborn—"
"Don't you understand?" Caleb interrupted, pushing back from his chair and circling the desk until he stood directly in front of me. His hand came up to cradle my face, thumb brushing across my cheek. "Bonita won't kill me. Not while she still needs something from me."
