Awareness returned, and she stirred, the sheets she laid upon rustling. Bailey froze.
Where am I? Please don't tell me I'm back in that house.
A callused finger stroked down her cheek, and she fought back a whimper. Fear made her keep her eyes clamped shut as she thought furiously. The last thing she recalled, she ran through the woods, pursuit at her heels, and . . . wolves. She remembered the wolf that pounced on her, only to find itself jumped on in return. Then, she recalled running again until she hit a wall.
It wasn't a wall, though, but a chest, a naked chest belonging to-
Wrenching open her eyelids, she came face-to-face with Gavin's clear blue gaze. She couldn't help it. A piercing shriek escaped her.
Rolling sideways, she scrambled off the bed, her feet hitting a carpeted floor. Peering about wildly, she searched for escape or, even better, a weapon. Nothing came immediately to view.
"Calm down." His deep voice washed over her.