Her flight of fancy would come at a price; she was sure he’d drag her back to the lodge, and the punishment he might mete out was nothing she wanted to contemplate.
She shivered, but refused to cower.
She had made her choice and would see it through to the end, no matter the darn obstacles in her path.
The flyer slowed to a stop outsideThe Sombra’sport terminal.
She generously tipped the pilot via her comm tab before stepping out and dashing into the bustling depot, her heart pounding with fear and exhilaration.
Each fiber of her soul urged her to blend into the crowd, to disappear among the throngs of travelers and workers hurrying about their business.
As evening flights were announced, the place was a hive of activity, with people rushing to their gates.
But she couldn’t shake the feeling of being hunted, of eyes watching her every move.
She hurried through the terminal, pulling her hoodie over her head and casting furtive glances over her shoulder as she found the departure boards overhead.
She spotted a skimmer flight bound for The Selburnia, leaving in fifty minutes.
Perfect.
She headed towards the ticketing counter and slid into line behind an arguing family.
They shuffled forward, and she relaxed, with freedom within her grasp.
Until a steel arm banded around her waist.
She stifled a gasp as it wrapped tight, pulling her back against a solid chest.
The familiar scent of sandalwood and leather filled her senses, sending a shiver down her spine as she struggled to resist the unyielding hold.
‘Well, well,’ a deep voice murmured in her ear, relaying a jolt of recognition, fear, and horror through her. ‘Did you think you had what it took to escape me, wife?’
Lips trailed her neck, and for a second, the tips of his razor-sharp, diamond-tipped incisors nipped at her.
A wild, chaotic energy rush flooded her, rushing through her veins like liquid fire.
Her mind exploded with a brilliance she’d never felt before, an acute, all-encompassing bliss like her senses had been dialed to an impossible level.
What the everlovin’ fokk?
He relaxed his hold with a soft laugh.
Shaking, she clenched her fists, anger and defiance bubbling as she twisted to face him, his arms still held around her.
He wore black sweats and sneakers, with a cap on his dark hair.
Reflective visors concealed his eyes.
A get-up that ensured no one would recognize him.
She glimpsed a hint of his eyes behind the opaque lenses as his penetrating gaze bore into her eyes.
A mix of amusement blended with a more dangerous fury flickered within them.
‘Mak,’ she hissed, her utterance vehement. ‘I’m not going back with you.’
His mouth curved into a smirk as he tightened his grip on her. ‘Going to make a scene now, are you?’ he murmured. ‘Why don’t we give them something delicious to feast on?’
