Author's POV
Aria didn’t dare to move; she was afraid of waking him up. Her head was pounding as her eyes ran across his face, studying him. He looked calm, as if the intimidating, cold, dangerous man was far away at that moment.
The puppy stretched his body, letting out a tiny yawn, then rested closer to Vincent. Despite the fear, Aria almost smiled.
This little one is braver than I am. The thought crossed her mind.
She slowly tried to get up. Carefully, she lifted Vincent’s hand from her waist, inch by inch, holding her breath in her throat.
She moved slowly to reach out for the puppy.
She almost had him. Just a little more….
Before she could get her hand on the tiny creature, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into place in a swift motion.
Her body crashed
