Chapter 53

The Prey

I averted my eyes, heat rising to my cheeks, and tried to push myself up. The pain jolted through me, sharp and I wobbled. My breath hitched as a large hand gripped the knot of my towel, yanking me upright. Before I could react, I was pulled against his firm chest knocking the wind out of me.

Instantly, the scent I had desperately tried to wash off flooded my senses—danger, power, and something unmistakably his. My stomach churned with a sickening vortex of fear and fury. It was like trying to outrun a shadow; no matter how fast I fled, he was always there.

His hand tightened on the towel and I was afraid if he could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The closer I was to him, the harder it became to breathe.

“There we go,” he murmured tilting his head at that infuriating angel that was judging me. “Can’t have you falling again, now can we?”

I hated how he always looked at me like I was a toy. The mocking in his voice and the a