Chapter 59 The Cost Of Touch
- "Don’t move," Jaxon growled, his hand pressing against the small of my back, pinning me to the wall as if I were his prisoner. His eyes weren’t just dark, they were deadly.
- The air between us was charged, not just with the lingering smell of smoke from the explosion, but with something sharper, more dangerous: want.
- "You think I’m running from you?" I bit out, lifting my chin.