Kate's POV
My heartbeat was louder than the wind shrieking through the broken window.
The crunch of heavy boots on glass still echoed in my ears. Somewhere on the floor, the three men who had dragged me into this room were no longer moving. Darius had made sure of that. On some logical level, I knew I was safe.
Then Damian crouched in front of me. He reached out, big hands moving toward the rope cutting into my wrists, and my body did what my mind couldn't.
I jerked away. My spine slammed against the bedframe behind me.
"Don't touch me."
The voice didn't sound like mine. It sounded like something dragged across glass. It took me a full second to realize it was me.
Damian froze.
Every muscle in his shoulders locked. His jaw shifted, that quiet, controlled tic I'd come to recognize a
