Chapter 27 - ThunderRain slashed through the window, drenching me one second, in the next, strong hands pulled me into muscular arms, carrying me out of the semi-dark room into a lit one, where it was warm and dry.
Sputtering, I opened my eyes and looked up into Tremayne's bloodied, young—well, younger than a thousand years—handsome face. The blood, I realized wasn't his and it was mostly dried.
“Are you okay?” his deep voice rumbled against my ear and the rest of my body, which was against his chest. He moved through my apartment, shifted and lowered himself, and me, onto one of the couches in my living room.
“Tremayne! Oh my god!” I said, tears brimming on my eyelids, chest squeezed with emotions. I roped my arms around his thick neck. I couldn't help myself. The last time I had seen
