QUOTE : Kneel,” I say softly.<br /><br /> He stills. “Repeat that.”<br /><br /> It’s a dangerous game, making a lion bow in front of you. One I’m willing to play if it means winning. It’s not only my safety that’s at stake, but my heart. Not as black as Gabriel’s, but more fragile. “Kneel.”<br /><br /> In the heartbeats that follow, he could storm from the room. He could push me down on the floor and have his way with me. There are a million outcomes besides what he does. One knee on the floor. Then the other. With his height and breadth, he still comes to my chest.