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We both agreed on that, at least.

I left Silas watching our guest, a big part of me wondering why it was so difficult to walk away from her.

Eva

Ilay under a soft blanket, the faint crackling of a fire in the background. I couldn’t work out where I was. The last thing I remembered was driving through the snow, struggling to see the road ahead. After that, there was nothing but a black hole.

This didn’t smell like a cheap motel room. Or the car. I was also lying on what felt like a couch rather than a bed. Moving slightly caused a sharp pain to slice through my head. I must have made a noise because I heard someone stir. Instantly, my eyes snapped open. Two intense brown eyes ringed with gold stared back at me.

My heart stopped beating, and the air in my lungs froze.

Who was this man, and why was he here? All kinds of scenarios played out in my mind, and I started to hyperventilate. Irrational fear took over and the pain in my head worsened. Oh God. Had some psycho worse than Brent kidnapped me?

The more I tried to remember what happened, the less any of it made sense.

“It’s OK, you’re safe.” The man watching me passed over a sealed bottle of water. “You need to drink something.”

After a moment of hesitation, I took it but didn’t have the strength to snap the seal. Frustration must have registered on my face because he gently prized the bottle from my fingers and opened it for me.

“Drink. If you can keep this down, I’ll warm up some soup.”

My stomach chose that exact moment to growl, and he smiled. I couldn’t remember when I last ate. Brent liked to monitor my food intake. It was one of the many ways he controlled me. Then I remembered I got away from him. At least I think I did. I can’t remember.

While I sipped the water, the man with the golden brown eyes watched me. He wore a plaid shirt and gray sweatpants, his dark hair tousled like he’d been raking it with his fingers for hours.

I didn’t know what time it was; late presumably. A thick blind covered the window and no chinks of light showed.

“What’s your name, sugar? I’m Silas.”

“Eva. Where am I?” My voice was raspy. Every bone in my body ached. What happened to the car? And my bag? The little money I had squirreled away was inside the small bag I threw on the back seat. If that was gone, I was in trouble.

“You’re in our cabin. Do you remember what happened?”

My mind refused to show me anything useful. There was a faint glimmer of something, but the minute I tried to focus on it, the memory fluttered just out of reach.

“Nothing beyond driving through the snow.”

“I found your car upside down in the forest. You must have come off the road. I got you out and brought you back here. You’ve been unconscious for five hours.”

“What do you mean I crashed?” Surely, I would remember something so awful? But there was nothing there.

“Please, I need to go, I have to…”

My voice trailed off. It occurred to me I no longer had a car. Or money. Or anything. Panic rose once again, and my eyes prickled with tears.

Leaving Brent was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to have something better. I couldn’t stay here. If Brent came looking for me, this man would be in danger. Sure, he looked like he could handle himself, but Brent was dangerous.

I couldn’t stand it if someone got hurt because of me.

Silas frowned. “You can’t leave. We’re snowed in right now. The roads are going to be blocked for a while.”

Oh God. This man was a stranger and now I was stuck with him in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse, a second man appeared. He was tall, with short brown hair and green eyes, as well as broad and muscular, like Silas. The universe was definitely fucking with me. Both guys were hot. Like really hot. Male model hot.

Not that it mattered.

The state of me was enough to send any sane man running away screaming.

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