times and then froze. He didn’t know if she cold see
him, but she definitely heard him. That was a surprise.
A long scratch marked her neck and a fresh bruise
darkened her right cheek, swollen and red against the
smooth toffee cream of her skin. She’d been roughed
up a bit, but she still had her clothes on. Didn’t look
like she’d been raped. Yet.
Dagan figured she had to count that as a good thing.
She wasn’t gagged. Her captor hadn’t bothered,
either because there was no one around to hear her or
because the guy liked to listen to her scream. Only she
wasn’t. Screaming.
He found that interesting.
Stepping deeper into the room, Dagan lifted his finger to his lips—stay quiet—and reached back to pull
the door closed behind him. He wasn’t sure why he
wanted her quiet. Letting her scream would only bring
her captor running, which would save Dagan the trouble of hunting him down. But he wanted a moment
with her. One moment.
Why? One moment to do what?He came up with
fuck-all for an answer.
Her eyes widened, then narrowed. Beautiful eyes,
green and bronze, the shape almond tipped. The color
was startling against her dark skin and even darker lashes.
For an instant, he saw only her eyes, tiger fierce. The
room disappeared, and he saw only those eyes. They
reached inside him, found something he hadn’t known
he’d lost, hadn’t known he had in the first place.
The instant passed, leaving his pulse beating a little
harder, his breath coming a little faster. He recognized
that the source wasn’t mere sexual attraction. It
