Chapter 6
CynthiaI had the weirdest dreams, but they featured me kissing Golden, so that was okay. Bonus points for having a realistic scent of conifer to accompany those dreams. And a realistic feel of an arm draped over my waist. And a leg between my thighs.
Another set of arms yanked me back, ripping me out of Golden’s embrace and waking me up. Talk about a rude awakening.
“Let her go,” Golden–Felix–said, his voice dripping with cold malice.
“She belongs to me,” Roan growled because, of course, it had been Roan who had dragged me out of bed at this ungodly hour.
Before I could argue, or better yet, crawl back into bed and try to sleep a little longer, a shadow grabbed my foot and spread up my body. And then it pulled.
Roan and Felix launched after me, both grabbing my hands in tim
