Lyra
I didn’t try to scream—every muscle in my body had snapped taut like a wire.
The hand over my mouth was firm. It didn’t hurt, but it was enough to keep me silent.
My heartbeat thundered in my chest as I fought to steady my breath. Should I try to fight him off? Scream?
A scent hit me. It was faint. But familiar.
Caine?
Slowly the man pulled his hand away, allowing my body turn in his grip. And there he was, standing right in front of me.
He removed the hood, and I saw the faint twitch of amusement in his eyes
“What the hell?” My voice cracked from shock. “What are you doing here?”
“I missed you too,” he said with a smirk.
I blinked rapidly, trying to orient myself to the moment.
Caine had no idea the thoughts that had just run amok in my head. And what was this coincide
