JESSICA'S POV
My heart jackhammered against my ribs. The footsteps were right behind me. A hand clamped over my mouth, an arm snaking around my waist, yanking me off my feet and into a dark alcove.
I struggled, kicking, my muffled screams useless against the palm. He spun me around, shoving my back against the cold wall. My eyes adjusted to the dim light.
Julian.
His handsome face was a mask of calm, but his eyes... they burned with an intensity that stole my breath. He slowly removed his hand from my mouth.
"You," I gasped, shoving at his chest. "You were following me? What is wrong with you?"
"You were running," he said simply, his voice a low purr. "I don't like it when you run from me."
Fury, hot and immediate, boiled over. Before I could think, my hand flew out. The slap cra
