t o
ntained fury. Donovan wrenched his wrist from her so
m like a frightened puppy that had just been kicked. Hiding behind the bedroom door, she listened
a fresh towel around his wais
the bed, wrapped in a duvet like a bur
around to her side and, in one swift motion,
f panic escaped her lips.
With a flick of his wrist, he threw the bear across t
ce were genuine. Barnaby was her lifeline. Her too
novan was faster. He lay down on the edge of the mattres
and flicked off the l
ball, her shoulders shaking with small, heartbroken sobs. She could feel his presence beside he
bs quieted, her breathing evening
t to relax when he felt a shift in the mattress. A small, warm body roll
o shove her away when she murmured somethi
calling f
breath warm against his skin.
, desolate fear-the sound of a c
-air. This woman-who was a little demon of chaos when awake-was so
ered in the cold darkness of his h
lowing her to hold onto him as if he were a life raft in a storm. Her st
leep. His mind wa
the curtains. He felt the woman beside him stir.
her head resting on his shoulder. He was already "awak
d as if burned, scrambling to the far side of th
as ever. "You're awake," he stated, his voice cool and
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