Against her will, Ember shivered, not from fear, but from the sheer proximity of Thorne. Her mouth felt frozen and her thoughts sluggish. All she could do was focus on his pale, handsome face.
The dark stubble over his strong, sharp jaw testified to his ruthlessness. His biceps and toned body evident through his half buttoned shirt.
The mate bond threatened to pull her toward him, her wolf chanting ‘Mate, mate, mate’ in her head. It took all her willpower not to throw herself at him.
Shoving her attraction aside, she let anger take over instead.
She scowled at him silently, meeting his gaze as she twisted her hands uncomfortably against the ropes.
Thorne ran his eyes over her, cold and assessing, his expression tightening with a look of disgust. She looked every bit the lowly slave, w
