An arm clamped about her waist and pulled her back from the cliff to a patch of ground under an oak, the branches of which stretched to the ground forming a canopy over them. Callum held her there, with his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, solid arms and soft words.
She screamed and struggled against him, legs flailing, heels kicking his shins.
“Easy, lass. Shh. I’ll not harm you, but I’ll not let you harm yourself, either.” He held her and said soothing words in his deep voice until she stopped struggling.
“There now,” he spoke calmly. “We’re going to step away from the cliff, ken?” He cautiously loosened his hold, but she pulled away toward the cliff.
“No.” He spoke firmly, but quietly. “Sorry, lass, but you’re not going that way.” He heaved her up into his arms and carried
