Damien's pulse quickened. He couldn't lose her, not now. The years of searching, the sleepless nights, the constant ache of her absence—it all came crashing down on him as he pushed himself to catch up.
As he rounded a corner, the scent that had first alerted him to her presence suddenly grew stronger, more distinct. He could almost feel her, sense her anxiety and desperation to get away.
But why? Why was she running from him? What had happened that made her leave in the first place?
Just as Annie thought she might have a chance to escape, a strong hand clamped around her arm, yanking her to a stop. The sudden force nearly knocked her off her feet, and she turned, her heart sinking as she looked up into Damien's intense, stormy eyes.
"Annie," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Stop running."
