I turned back to the overhang and hit a solid wall of flesh. My eyes snapped up to the face of the wall. Ocean blue eyes stared back at me. Of course...I would encounter a Norsemen on a trip to relive myself. I had the worst luck. I stepped back. My grip tighter on the dagger. He looked down at the weapon in my hand. We stood staring. Neither of us speak or make a move. I could hear voices approaching. I tried to run past him. But his arm shot out and caught me. I raised my dagger aiming at his chest. But he caught my wrist, wrenching the blade from my hand. I stood panting staring at him, his arm still around my waist.
The devil was handsome. He had a flawless face and golden hair that seemed wasted on a man. Full lips and those mesmerizing eyes. Why did his hold suddenly feel intimate
