Lara's gaze traveled down to her waist, where his thick, muscular arm rested. The way his arms coiled around her it was like he was holding his cherished treasure. It felt protective…

Strangely, it felt nice with his scent of brine and mist washing over her. The strong body behind her edged evenly in his slumber. His heartbeat was like a soft lullaby, and she resisted the urge to sleep again. She found it odd that her soul stirred with a foreign sensation which she had never felt in all her seventeen summers.

That sensation, however, ebbed when comprehension struck her. She needed to get out of here as soon...