His entire body tensed under my grip, every muscle in his back going rigid as I clung to him like a lifeline. The heat radiating from him was a relief compared to the icy dampness of the cave, but I barely noticed. My heart was pounding too loudly, echoing in my ears with every crack of thunder.
"Joanne!" His growled, snapping me out of my panicked daze for just a second. His voice low and sharp like he was scolding a particularly annoying child. "Off!"
I shook my head violently, my arms tightening around him. "No!" I practically shouted, my voice trembling as badly as the rest of me.
My heart was racing, thundering in my chest almost as loud as the storm outside. My arms tightened around him, and I pressed my face further into the damp fabric of his shirt. His scent—clean, sharp,
