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Keep going. Keep going. He won’t leave you alone. He’ll find you.

Another rush of adrenaline finally kicked in, propelling me forward. Nothing was going to stop me.

All the crazy thoughts about wanting love powered into me.

I wanted something real and special.

The kisses.

The passion.

The teasing.

The arguments.

But most of all, I wanted my music. Just to play. Just to make magic.

I could see his face everywhere in the shadows, even though I had no idea what he looked like. I pushed harder, moved faster, refusing to allow the exhaustion to steal a second of energy away from me.

The house was right there. Right there in front of me. All I had to do was race down the long driveway.

That’s exactly what I did, reaching the front door in no time. Without losing a blip in time, I started pounding on the door. The bastard wouldn’t dare try to attack me when I was standing right here in front of a stranger’s house.

I pounded again, my hands aching. There were still covered in blood. I could feel it. Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please.

After ringing the doorbell at least ten times, sheer desperation kicked in. They weren’t home. I’d break in. Yes. That’s exactly what I’d do.

Ready to jump off the front porch, I suddenly noticed headlights coming up the driveway. Thank God. Thank God. I huddled in the rain, shivering to my core as my neighbor slowly made his way in front of the house. A dark vehicle. That’s what they drove. I almost fell to my knees in thankfulness as the driver’s door was opened, the person getting out.

“Mr. Miller. Thank God. I need your help. Someone killed my bodyguards and no one was there to help and our electricity is out. Is yours? Oh, God. How would you know? You’ve been gone. Please help me.” I bounded off the porch toward him, eager to get inside in the light. As he rounded the back of the vehicle, I realized he hadn’t cut the engine or turned off the headlights.

Mmmm…

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

I shook my head, backing away, but it was too late.

A hand was wrapped around my throat and I was pulled against a very hard body.

“You’re coming with me, sweet angel. What you don’t seem to understand is that I’m your savior.”

Savior. Was the horrible bastard kidding me?

As a strange pinch sliced into my neck, a warmth unlike anything I’d ever felt swept through me. I blinked several times, trying to understand what was going on. But the darkness was too much of a draw, the sweet release of peace beckoning.

I started to feel sleepy, so very sleepy. “Who… are you?”

He chuckled in the same dark and seductive tone I’d heard before so many times.

In the woods.

In my room.

In my dreams.

“Who am I, angel? That’s easy. I’m your knight in shining armor.”

CHAPTER 10

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