Danielle’s breathing was still shallow, her mind racing with questions as Seth gently set her down. His hands lingered for a moment as he felt her tremble. She immediately missed the warmth of his skin and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She pushed the feeling aside, quickly reminding herself, I don’t like him. I don’t like him.
She glanced up at him. “Where are we?”
“An old hunting cabin on my family’s property,” Seth explained, his voice low but calm. “It’s safe here.”
Danielle looked around, trying to steady herself. “How do you know it’s safe here?”
He noticed the tension in her and led her toward the cabin. “Let’s go inside. It’s warmer.”
Seth opened the door, revealing a rustic but cozy space. The floor was creaky wood, and an old stone fireplace dominated one wall, a few lo
