With a sudden, jarring movement that was far too quick for me to react to, he seized me, his hand locking around my wrist as he pinned me to the rough bark of the tree. My breath hitched in my throat, my heart pounding as his grip tightened. He loomed over me, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. There was no escape now. His lips curled into a wicked grin, eyes hungry with victory as he looked down at me, the predator who had finally cornered his prey.
"Now," he drawled, his voice low and thick with dark amusement, "I’ll finally get to see what’s under that little hood of yours." His gaze lingered on the fabric, his eyes narrowing with the intensity of a man about to savor his triumph. "Isn’t it funny? I’m sure there’s a story in your world about a girl in a hood who crosses paths
