The dangerous heat radiating from his massive frame told me his "protective stepfather" act was finally dead and buried. And God, it was the most intoxicating realization of my life.

I barely had time to breathe it in—

BANG.

A grotesque, blood-covered face slammed violently against the glass, letting out a mechanical screech.

Blake’s hand shot out, slamming flat against the glass to steady us. The impact jolted through the cramped space as he braced his weight there, grounding both of us just inches from the creature’s face.

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable—

for the door to be yanked open, for the actor to drag us...