Thunder filled my ears and I squeezed my eyes closed against the coming assault. Robert’s scent overwhelmed me, clogging my nose with the cloying scent of desperation and sweat. I couldn’t breathe.
And then he was gone.
My eyes flew open in time to see Robert fly across the room. He smacked into the opposite wall and crumpled to the floor, bits of drywall and dust raining down upon him. I stared at his still form, my brain not comprehending the scene. Blinking, I turned my head and stared in shock at the dark figure towering above me. He wore a denim jacket and dark jeans clung to his long legs. My breath caught in my throat as he turned toward me, and I recognized his face. Familiar and unfamiliar melded together.
Marsh.
I didn’t have long to look. A howl of anger filled the room and
