Page 12 of Stolen
I try to yank free, but there’s nowhere to go—cornered between the dumpster, the brick wall, and the two of them.
The sound of their derisive laughter makes me tremble with fear. I do not like this.
This is bad. Dangerous.
But then suddenly,he’sthere.
Not walking. Not running.
One moment it’s just me and the assholes.
The next, this mystery man steps from the shadows like he owns them.
Tall. So tall. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, something unearthly in the way he moves.
Graceful, but coiled with danger and power.
Like a predator on the edge of striking.
His eyes lock on mine, and the whole alley seems to still.
For a second, I forget the jerks who followed me out back with ill intentions.
I forget my name.
Hell, I forget how to breathe.
He’s not just hot.
He’sother.
Like from another world. Seriously.
And this is what I get for reading those sexy alien kidnapping books.
I mean, he’s man, yes, but he’s alsomore.
Like he was sculpted from shadow and smoke and made real just for this moment.
I don't even register what he does to the guy who touched me.
I just hear the pop of a wrist, the sharp gasp of pain, some exchanged words, and then they’re both gone.
Fleeing without a backward glance.
And now I’m standing there, alonewith him.
Only I don’t feel afraid.
I should.
I know that.
But instead, my pulse is racing for another reason entirely.
Because whatever he is? My body responds before my brain can catch up.
And it wants him. Desperately.
