ANTALYA'S POV
"Found you," he whispered, his voice rough with something I couldn't identify.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared into those piercing blue eyes. Raymond's arm was still wrapped around my waist, solid and warm, keeping me pressed against his side. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but his grip was too strong.
I need to get away from him. Now.
"Let go of me!" I shoved against his chest with both hands, trying to break free.
To my surprise, Raymond released me immediately, his hands dropping to his sides. "Easy there. I'm not here to fight you."
I scrambled backward until there was a safe distance between us, my body trembling from cold and leftover adrenaline. "Then what do you want?"
Raymond ran a hand through his tousled golden hair, looking almost... em
