Elena’s POV
Noah just arrived like a knight in shining armor…Only, he wasn’t wearing armor, and he didn’t have a sword. But the way he walked towards me; shoulders squared, eyes burning cold...he might as well have stepped out of an action movie.
I’d already stopped struggling. The men holding me turned to look at him too, tension slicing through the air like a blade.
“I said, let her go,” he repeated, his voice sharp and cold enough to make the temperature drop a few degrees, and it did.
The men exchanged glances, then looked back at Noah. It was clear they didn’t know who he was.
“…And what if we say no?” the gruff one asked, stepping forward like he ruled the damn jungle. He let go of me just to puff his chest and face Noah like a cartoon villain.
They were the same height, but t
