Kiana
“Can you describe him to someone? Maybe work up a sketch of what he looks like?” Troy questioned
I hesitated. The image of the red wolf wasn’t something I enjoyed dragging into the light, but if he was still out there—still a threat—I’d do what needed to be done.
“He was the only one of my father’s friends who never looked at me twice,” I murmured. “Didn’t leer. Didn’t even speak unless spoken to. And for that? I was grateful.”
I didn’t hear Troy stand, but I felt the shift in the air. A heartbeat later, he was in front of me, gripping my chair and turning it until I was facing him.
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
Then he dropped to his knees and looked up at me with eyes that burned.
I swallowed hard. “Good thing I’m not in my panties,” I rasped, voice shaking. “Or I’d think you
