Chapter 139 A Willing Captive

“Here’s your chance to run, Anya.” Damon rested his large hands on her ankles and his gaze on hers. Long wisps of hair played at his temples lending a dark, dangerous vibe to the man she loved.

Her heart rate spiked.

Run?

Daniel growled long and low and the vibrations fed into her soul.

“Anya,” he whispered.

Her breath caught at the intense look in his eye.

Did she dare? Three steps past the threshold they would have her pinned in their arms and making sure she knew she wasn’t getting away. No way she’d make it back to Manila, that was for damn sure.

Hot molten stares followed her every move as she uncurled her legs from Damon’s touch and glided to her feet. Her leg felt better, stiff, but not enough to keep her from walking.

As predicted, she managed three steps before her fingers entwined with hers. Gentle but firm. Warm lips caught her knuckles pulling a heavy sigh from her lips. From beneath hooded eyes, she watched Daniel sidle up to her and wrap an arm around her middle as Damon