Chapter 90

The Prey

Darkness. Warmth and a strange pull.

I opened my eyes slowly trying to force out the haze of sleep clinging to my mind, wrapping me in a fog that made it hard to tell where I was or why everything felt so off. The sheets beneath me were warm, soft, and unfamiliar in a way that sent a jolt of confusion through me.

For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt tight like someone was pressing down on me, keeping me pinned in place. I shifted slightly, trying to sit up when I felt it—an arm draped over my waist, heavy and possessive and fingers splayed against my bare skin beneath my shirt.

Everything rushed back in a wave that nearly knocked the air from my lungs. Judas.

Oh heavens…

Panic surged through me like ice in my veins. My body went rigid and my heart hammered so loudly it filled my ears. His arm was still there, holding me close, his skin warm against mine. My breath hitched as I tried to pull away, to free myself