TWENTY-SEVEN
The pounding on the door brought her awake. For a moment she lay there, disorientated, remnants of a dream meandering through her mind. But the pounding kept coming and she stood up, put her fists in her eyes to remove the last vestiges of sleep and went downstairs.
Carson pushed past her, breathless and wet through. The rain beat down outside and she stood in the doorway not knowing what was happening, confused and concerned.
Carson prowled around the room like a tiger, growling, pounding a fist into his other palm, shaking, then hugging himself, an untamed beast let loose.
“What the hell’s happened?”
He took her by the shoulders and held her gaze. “Sam, I need you.” Then he pulled her close, his arms wrapped around her, crushing her.
She tried to get free, but he would
