Rainy's POV
I feel the heat of a big, strong paw on my hand. It's too strong yet gentle to be hand and feels more like the paw of a dog.
I grab on, sensing that whoever it is they are about to pull me out of the confusion and relentless pecking of this murder of angry crows.
I go limp, feeling weak and dizzy from Bron's spicy mead. It is so thick and warm and red, like blood.
I see Brett's face; we are locked in an embrace. We are standing on the riverbank.
His arms are so strong, hairy, and muscular as he supports me.
I never imagined that a billionaire would be so, well, unkempt. Ungroomed. My dizzy head can only think, “why are you so hairy?" as I look into his icy blue eyes in disbelief and shock.
Brett's eyes are so blue, so clear, so piercing. They remind me of a wild animal.
