Meera~

I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, a firm grip on my wrist yanked me back with force. My breath hitched as my back collided with his hard chest. His scent-masculine, expensive, intoxicating-surrounded me, making my head spin.

"You think you can challenge me, sweetheart?" Abram's voice was low, dangerous, and entirely too enticing for my own good.

I swallowed, keeping my chin high, refusing to cower under his intense gaze. "I don't think, Abram. I know."

A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, his breath hot against my ear. "So my pigeon has Finally got wings" His fingers trailed down my arm, leaving a...