Uh oh. I'm in big trouble now.

My stepfather storms toward me and I curl into myself—but when I expect him to grab me by the arm and drag me back to the main house...nothing happens.

I open my eyes to find Cain blocking his path, hands fisted at his sides.

Inside my chest, my heart bursts into a shower of confetti. Does that mean Cain still wants me? Please let him still want me. The last twenty minutes have been the best ones of my—admittedly short—life. No one has ever made me feel so safe and secure. Possessed. No one has ever caught me before I hit the floor,...