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DEMYEN
I need to focus. This is a rescue mission. Our lives are literally at stake.
But all I can think about is how fucking incredible she feels in my arms.
Clara’s scent fills my nostrils and I’m as good as drugged. I meant to grab her so she won’t alert the guards with that stupid fence—but now, I’m holding her becausemy God, I thought I’d never hold her again.
And even though I initially meant to just keep her from screaming… now, my hand is pressed over her mouth to feel the soft curves of her lips.
She’s here.
She’s right here.
Something inside me buckles under the relief washing over me like a flood. I bury my face in her hair to breathe her in, to feel her soft curls against my face, to prove to me that she’s real and I’m not just dreaming all this.
Clara is alive, she’s here, and she’s in my arms.
Once she calms down and it seems like she’s not about to scream her head off and draw all the attention to us, I ease my hold around her. It takes every ounce of self-control within me to not just throw her over my shoulder and carry her off to the getaway car.
Clara pulls away from me a little too fast. She turns around and her eyes widen when she sees my face. At first I think it’s in disbelief, maybe even relief…
… but then she turns and runs like hell in the opposite direction.
There’s a lot to unpack there.
We just don’t have the time for it right now.
I run after her, constantly glancing toward the house to make sure we don’t alert anyone to our presence. I can face down my father no problem, but it’s Clara who won’t survive if he catches us.
And I don’t know if I’ll survive losing her again.
This time, when I grab her, she swings her bodyweight around to throw me off-balance. It’s only halfway successful, but it gives her enough room and leverage to claw at my face and arms. I have to back down just to block my eyes from her sharp fingernails. Clara takes that window of opportunity to dart back across the courtyard and try for the steep hill lining the side garden.
Thank God it’s the furthest point away from everyone else.
“Get off me!” she hisses when I tackle her to the ground. Really, I do it only to keep her from running away again and also so thebushes hide us better—butgoddamn. Feeling her beneath me, pressed so close to my body…
Focus, dumbass.
I gesture for her to stay quiet. Clara glares at me and tries to shove at my chest. It’s cute that she thinks I’m letting her get away again.
When she starts smacking at my face, I grab her wrists with one hand and pin them down over her head. My other hand clamps back down over her mouth.
My brain struggles to tell my dick to shut the fuck up so we can get out of this in one piece.
“If you don’t quiet the fuck down,” I breathe low in her ear, “they’ll find us. And theywillkill us.”
She stills. She’s still glaring at me, but at least she got the memo.
“Let me go,” she mutters against my hand. The sound is muffled, but I can still make out the words.
“No.”
Clara tests my grip on her wrists and quickly slumps when she realizes I’m not letting go. She sighs and tries to look away, but my hand over her mouth won’t let her turn her head.
Her only option is to look at me. Well, glare at me, anyway.
