Chapter Seven
Emma stood on the balcony to her room later that night. She had rushed back to the safety of her bedroom after she escaped from the dark male who had grabbed her in the garden.
He did save my life, a small, obstinate part of her admitted. If he had not grabbed me, I would be fish food right now.
Yes, but he didn’t have to kiss me! she argued silently with herself.
Frustrated, she realized that she would never be able to sleep. Her body was humming with unexpected energy. She felt like she had stuck her finger in an electrical outlet only to discover it was live. Every nerve-ending in her body was tingling, especially where he had touched her.
She had waited over an hour, staring intently out into the darkened garden for any sign of movement before she finally grabbed the
