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LORENA

My heart thundered wildly, blood rushing into my ears and my brain. I had to calm down so I could think clearly. I had never expected to see Ales again. I never wanted to see him again.

Just like before, his eyes took my breath away. They were bewitching, and each time I gazed into them, oxygen would get caught in my lungs.

Those eyes of rich, dark cognac mixed with colors of the forest. And those damn eyelashes, the envy of every woman. They were thick and black, surrounding those stunning eyes.

Those eyes only gave a hint of the predator he was; a beast full of power and danger that could kiss you one second and snap your neck the next.

His hand firmly squeezed my arm in his grip, his inked fingers searing my skin.

“Let go of me,” I hissed, hating how his touch warmed my skin.

I held on to my son, keeping him close to me. I didn’t want to alarm him. I wanted him to have a safe and happy life, full of joy not angry words. “And don’t ever touch me again.”