Chapter Seventeen
Pain seared through Brea, and she woke screaming as someone bent over her with a burning blade pressed to her shoulder. “Stop! Stop!” But he didn’t. Her eyes found Lochlan over the man’s shoulder, and she grit her teeth. “I hate you so much right now. What is this guy doing to me?”
Her fingers dug into the blanket beneath her as she bucked off the bed.
Hands gripped her shoulders, holding her down, and she looked up into the face of Finn. “You were supposed to be the nice one.” Her body jerked again as heat flooded her.
“Relax, Brea.” Lochlan’s hard eyes landed on her. “It’ll be over soon.”
“Relax?” she screamed as another jolt of pain struck her. “Relax! You relax!” A tear slipped from her eye, and she squeezed her eyelids shut, picturing something, anything other t
