chapter 22

Sable

This can’t be real.

It’s the only thought my stunned mind can form as a torrent of emotions rage through me.

My heart crashes against my ribs as the man’s fingers dig into my arms, holding me tight against his body. His naked body, flush to mine from thigh to chest. There’s something hot and hard pressed against my belly that sends waves of fire through me—because I know what it is, and it’s as alluring as it is terrifying.

I don’t know how this happened. I just wanted some fresh air.

The water felt so good on my feet, and the moonlight made the forest and everything around me glow with the light I needed so badly after my nightmares.

But then I wasn’t alone anymore. Suddenly, this man came out of nowhere, pulling me up and hauling me against his body.

Jesus, it’s glorious. He’s glorious.

I’m swelling with a mixture of shock and fear at his bruising grip and the way he dragged me to my feet. He’s aggressive, much more so in his movements than Ridge, Trystan, or Archer, and I kno