Chapter 6

The words slithered against my ear, low and possessive.

Garrett’s grip was iron. His scent flooded my senses—expensive cologne masking something darker underneath, something predatory.

“Let go of me,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands.

He didn’t release me. Instead, his fingers traced down my arm, deliberate and intimate. “You’re trembling. Are you cold, or are you afraid?”

“Neither.” I yanked my arm back, and this time he allowed it. “I was just getting some air.”

“Air.” He smiled, but it never reached his eyes. “You were running.”

My blood chilled. I kept my…