The panic in Ian was sharp and desperate as every muscle kicked into overdrive. Ian hurried to catch him, hands pressed tight against his face, a shade too rough in his haste. He tilted Adam’s head, forcing him to meet his eye.
At the touch, Adam attacked, catching him off guard. Arms swinging, eyes unseeing but full of hostility and fear. The absolute ferocity in Adam shocked Ian. He used only as much force as necessary to hold Adam’s hands to his side, desperate to snap him out of the nightmare. Ian fought through the overwhelming surge of protectiveness that washed over him. The need for revenge, bloodlust surging forth. It took every ounce of restraint to curb back those emotions and lock them under control. First, he needed to assess Adam’s injuries, and he needed him calm enough to
