POV: Dinah
I carry Leo across the grass toward Cade but I keep my eyes lowered, focusing on the dark fabric of his shirt rather than his face because every time I look at him I see flashes of last night.
I see the darkness of the bedroom and the way his eyes glowed gold in the shadows, and I feel the crushing weight of him pressing me into the mattress until I thought my ribs would snap.
I remember the way he bit my neck, not to draw blood but to claim, to leave a mark that would ache for days, and the memory makes my skin heat up as if I am standing too close to a fire.
Before I can reach him and hand over our son, a sleek sports car pulls into the driveway with a deafening roar of an engine that shatters the peaceful silence of the garden.
It speeds up the gravel, throwing stones in
