Skylar
Alec didn't flinch. He didn't move away. Instead, he stepped closer and leaned over the bed, caging my body between his powerful arms.
He didn't touch me, but the heat radiating from his chest was a physical weight, pressing against my skin. His maddening scent filled my lungs until my head spun.
"It's the only story that keeps you alive." He whispered, his face inches from mine. His eyes weren't just green anymore; they were swirling with a dark, molten gold that promised something much worse than death. "Because if my mother finds out you tried to run, you have no idea what would happen. I just saved you twice in one night."
I tried to pull back into the pillows, but I was trapped. My gaze dropped to his mouth, then to the pulse jumping in his throat.
Even now, with my blood drying on his hands, the bond he had forced between us was so strong. It was a sick, twisted pull in my lower belly that made me want to reach out and touch the very man who had imprisoned me.
