ELARA
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Ian didn’t let go.
His hands were a brutal, heavy weight on my waist. The blood on my hand had stained the front of his shirt where we collided earlier and for a split second, our gazes clashed. The entire universe went eerily, violently quiet.
I tried to move, frantically wiggling my hips to twist out of his grip, but Ian wasn’t having it.
His fingers tightened, digging deep into my skin, molding my body completely against his.
“What are you doing?!” My voice came out shrill and panicked, my heart jumping to my throat.
He was close. Way too close. The sheer heat radiating off him was suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket in a fever dream.
He stared down at me, his gaze burning right through my skull. For a second, I honestly thought Ian Nightshade was i
