CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX
In the space between one heartbeat and the next, Drakar crosses the distance between them. He towers above her, and she can feel rage radiating from him like heat from a forge.
Her whole body shakes - from cold, from relief, from terror at what he might do to her now.
Instead of the violence she expects, strong arms suddenly wrap around her, pulling her against a chest slick with blood and rain. The embrace is inescapable, possessive, and she can feel his heart hammering beneath her cheek.
"You're safe now." His voice is rough, with a hint of tenderness and relief.
Daela remains frozen in shock as his hands begin examining her - face, arms, and any exposed skin he can reach. His touch is surprisingly gentle despite the blood coating his fingers.
"Where are you hurt?"
She stares up at him mutely, confusion warring with disbelief.
Why isn't he furious?
Why isn't he punishing her for running?
