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Then he’s lugging a big pile of blankets over to me. The interior print on the brown sleeping bag is familiar. I know that flannel fabric. It’s decorated with deer and trees. He must’ve gotten it from the hayloft.
Why would he do that? Maybe we’re camping tonight.
With some quiet urging, he gets me to stand back up.
I’m all floaty and light. Tilting my head back, I look at his face, and I think I’m smiling. He’s so handsome.
He makes me weak in the knees. Literally. My legs give out, and he catches me. Along with all the stuff he’s carrying, it’s awkward for him to be holding me up, but I’m too tired to care.
So tired.
My head lulls to the side, and my eyelids get unbearably heavy.
“I’m going to make this right, darling,” the hot guy says, sounding far away as I close my eyes. “Don’t be frightened.”
Frightened? What is there to be frightened about?
HANNAH
Don’t be frightened.
The words reverberate around in my head like I’m coming out of a dream, but I’m not asleep.
I blink.
All I see is a blinding blue light with electric bolts flaring through it. Why can’t I see anything else?
Suddenly, I’m aware of pain. So much pain.
My hand is stuck in something, and it feels like it’s on fire. Heat radiates up my arm, filling my body with an unpleasant sizzling.
When I try to move away, I can’t. I rotate from side to side, violently yanking and pulling.
Within the next second, the light disappears, and I fall backward when my arm gets released from the fiery heat.
Then I’m cloaked in darkness, and I feel myself going down. I tense as I brace for the impact of a hard landing.
Before I hit the floor, someone catches me by the shoulders. Their firm grip keeps me from busting my ass, and they sit me down on a soft surface.
“What the fuck?” I breathe out, totally disoriented. “What the fuck was that?”
Patting the space around me, I try to see by touch because everything’s spotty. It’s like when you look directly at a camera flash, and then someone turns off the lights.
My fingers grip soft layers. I’m on a bed.
No, not a bed. A pile of blankets. The sleeping bag and blankets.
Oh my God.
I’m in the cave. With my captor.
Only, he isn’t the evil man I thought he was. He’s Ellister. The man who came to my farm and made me fall for him in a matter of days. The man who showed me what true lust is. The man who killed me, then moved through time to save me.
Love comes rushing in, filling my insides with warmth.
My angel.
My monster.
