“Just shut up!” He barks.
He’s really starting to piss me off now.
Something rustles in the brush, and my captor picks up speed. My stomach smacks into his shoulder repeatedly, not helping with the motion sickness as I try to breathe through it.
Vomiting on the man holding me against my will may not be such a bad thing. Maybe he’ll be so grossed out he’ll let me go.
He comes to a dead stop, and I almost tip over his shoulder. There’s another presence behind me now, and I get the courage to look.
Rowan stands before my captor, his hand wrapped around the man’s neck in a crushing grip. He towers over him, the dark mask making harsh sounds as he breathes.
“Drop.Her.” He seethes.
His voice sends a chill straight to my bones. Our eyes connect, and I realize how much trouble I’m in.
My lip wobbles. “Help me.”
Chapter Fourteen
Rowan
“Help me,” Addison’s voice sounds broken and terrified.
It does something strange to me to hear her like that. My chest squeezes as wrath boils in my veins. She may not trust me, but I promised to keep her safe. And I refuse to let this woman down.
Fuck it all.
Fuck my sanity.
Fuckwhateverkeeps me tethered to my morals.
Fuckanyonewho thinks they can take her away from me.
Fuck. It. All.
I seered. And nothing else matters except Addison Bright. Seeing another man holding what belongs to me makes me snap. I don't care about the carnage or the horrors I’ll leave in my path. All I can think of is how she belongs tome.
And I’ll take her.
Forever.
Chapter Fifteen
Addison
There are only a few things I regret in my life.
Not telling my dad that I loved him the last time I saw him.
It was early in the morning, long before the sun would rise. I was tucked away in my bed, and I decided to sleep in that morning. He crept into my room, the door creaking behind him as he poked his head in.
“I’m heading out, kiddo,” he whispered into my room.
I heard him, but I only groaned groggily with sleep weighing me down. I had stayed up late that night, and couldn't find it in me to drag myself out of bed for our morning ritual.
“I love you, Addie,” he said.
But I was already snoozing. I was in that space between sleep and awake where I could still hear him, but I was dead to the world. I still think about that to this day. How I could have easily rolled over and said those words back to him. Hell, maybe I could have dragged my ass out of bed and had chocolate milk with him one last time.
