"Stay still," he ordered in his deep, masculine voice. The chill of his cold tone, coupled with the change in the atmosphere between them, hit her ears and sent shivers down her spine.

She smiled, her face resting on his chest as she hugged him back tightly, now on the same level as Rage, sniffling in his scent.

Ella turned her back on them, trembling as she ran down the mountain, her head filled with thoughts of how intense the tension between the two was. No… this can't be!

Rage's right hand slowly went to Angelina's hair, and she nearly gasped as he began stroking it softly, locking her hair...