Chapter Twelve
Rune looked out the small window of the jet. She had slept for most of the trip back to the United States. They had landed briefly several times, but they never departed the jet. She stretched and rose to freshen up in the elegant lavatory. A sigh escaped her as she saw the dark circles under her eyes. Even though she had slept, dreams from her previous lives refused to let her rest.
“Good, you are awake,” Sergei said from the doorway. “We will be landing within the next half hour.”
Rune stared at his reflection in the mirror for a moment before looking down. A low curse was the only warning she received as she was turned and pinned between his hard body and the vanity. She raised her hands to push him away, but found both of her wrists captured in his hard grip.
“Let me
