Mathew advanced toward me again, this time with a grace and ease that was at odds with the absolute threat that had formerly radiated from him. Hearing my screams, he had sprinted in here to protect me.

A dent in the wall behind him told me he'd ripped open the door with such force that the brass knob had broken through the plaster. All that power, all that viciousness...

Any time he sensed I was in danger, he would immediately rush to my defense.

And then my stomach made a strange flip and a little tingle ran down my spine. Mathew didn't frighten me at all. Absolutely not. But for...