A Y L A
A crunch of gravel sounded behind me.
“Trying to leave already?”
Every hair on my body stood up. I spun around slowly, dread sliding icy fingers down my spine.
A rogue stood there, tall, filthy, eyes sharp with amusement. The same man who had grabbed me by the hair and shoved me into the carriage the day they brought me here. The one who laughed when I tripped and hit the ground. I remembered his scent. His grin.
My heart lurched painfully. Of all the people who had to catch me here, it just had to be him.
“I…” My voice cracked. I forced words out through the panic. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t sure which way to go.”
His smile widened, slow and wicked.
“Sure you weren’t.”
He took a step forward, boots crunching on dead leaves, his gaze dragging over me like he already owned the vic
