Chapter 71

The shock of what had happened was becoming imprinted on my skin, my broken foot, my bruising, and the bite scars from the rogues that had not yet healed. I concentrated on him, leaving clear claw marks around his throat as my remaining strength quickly ran out.

"You were trying to help me?"

He scowled, observing how I was averting his eyes.

"Kylie." He complained. "You're hurt; can we at least have this conversation back in your bed?"

As he began to gently take hold of me, my heart began to pound loudly in my chest.

"No." I reached out to him one more time. "I just had...