" I promise I'll never tell." " Don't promise that," he said in an ultraserious voice. " If they try to hurt you and the only way to protect yourself is to tell them what you know about me, then you tell them. Straight off, okay?" " No." " Promise me." " No!" " I will possess your heart." Heat flared along the back of my neck. " What did you say?" " My favorite song. 'I Will Possess Your Heart.'" " By Death Cab for Cutie?" He snorted. " No, the little known T.I. Hip-hop remix. Yes, Death Cab for Cutie." ... " Why? What's wrong with it?" " Nothing, but it doesn't seem to fit you. It's kind of a sad song." " No it's pure confident. It's not 'I want' or 'I need', none of that crap." He slipped his hand over mine. " It's 'I will.'" A nervous laugh bubbled up. " You will, huh?" His fingers brushed my cheek, then slid into my hair. " I will. "