Harper
He hit me like a wall.
Both hands slammed into the door on either side of my head, claws sinking into the wood. The impact knocked the air out of my lungs and pinned me against the half-open frame. His body blocked out everything. The wrecked room. The light. The exit.
His face was inches above mine. Teeth bared, breath scalding, the collar's red gem throwing crimson across my skin in hot, strobing waves.
"Get. Out."
Every word sounded like it had been dragged over broken glass to reach me.
My legs were shaking. I could feel my knees doing that wobble that comes right before they quit entirely. I knew I was shaking. I also knew I wasn't leaving.
A sound tore out of his throat. Low, guttural, caught somewhere between a plea and a warning. His claws dug deeper into the wood. Ho
