Shit!
I’m staring…at his cock.
Holy shit!
Stop! Stop!
I force my gaze up.
His jaw is tight, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes my knees weak.
Heat floods my face.
Now is not the time, Wren. Now is absolutely not the time.
I tear my eyes away from him and rush toward Sally, who’s huddled in the corner. How did I only just see her?
I feel terrible.
“Sally,” I gasp. “Are you okay?”
She nods, standing up to meet me. I throw my arms around her, and she hugs me back, both of us trembling.
“I’m fine,” she whispers. “I’m okay. I have the tiniest cut on my neck. It’s nothing.”
I pull back to look at her throat. She’s right. It isn’t bad at all.
“What about you?” Sally asks.
“How are you feeling, Wren?” Grim’s voice is rough.
I turn to face him, trying very hard to keep my eyes on his face and nowhere else. “I’m fine.”
“Did they get into the storage facility?” Grim asks. “Did they hurt you?” His eyes seem to darken further. His muscles bulge, and once again, I have to force myself to look away.
“What happened?” Sally asks. “Is Ethan okay? Did you get to the vaccinations?”
I shake my head and quickly explain everything. Starting with Ethan locking himself in the cold storage. To how they left someone outside to intercept Ethan when he is forced out.
“Ethan locked himself in?” Sally’s eyes widen. “He’s so brave.”
“He’s so stupid,” Grim mutters. “He’s going to freeze to death in there. He should just give them what they want.”
“The refrigeration units maintain temperature at around thirty-eight degrees Fahrenheit,” I tell him. “Cold enough to be miserable, but not cold enough to cause hypothermia. At least not right away.” I rub my lips together. “But you’re right. He can’t stay in there forever. What are we going to do?” I ask, looking between them.
“We sit tight,” Grim says. “We wait.”
“Wait for what?” Sally demands. “For them to hurt us? To kill us?”
“The guards are outside,” Grim tells her, his voice calm despite the chains around his wrists. “They’ll be negotiating. They’ll be working on a plan. We just need to stay alive until they can get us out of here.”
“These males are unhinged,” I say, wrapping my arms around myself. “They’ll stop at nothing to get their message across. They were going to beat you to death. If you hadn’t shifted—”
“I should never have done that,” Grim says, his expression grave. “I could have lost it. If it weren’t for you.”
“What did I do?” I say.
“You diverted my attention. It was stupid.” He gets gruff. “Don’t ever do anything like that ever again. My dragon could have killed you. Should have killed you. You got lucky.”
