Book 3: Chapter 9

Caleb POV

She was shaking in my arms.

I carried her away from the men, my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. I wanted to turn around and finish what I had started.

Instead, I kept walking.

She was safe now. That was what mattered.

I looked down at her. Her hair was messy, her face flushed, and her eyes struggled to focus.

“Are you hurt?”

Her fingers curled into the front of my shirt. She shook her head against my chest.

“Eloise.”

“No.”

Her voice trembled, and her breath reeked of alcohol.

She was drunk.

My anger returned.

I had spent