part 2 : the protector

Fiona didn't know his name. But she

couldn't forget those eyes. They haunted

her thoughts, the way he watched her from

afar-never close enough to speak, but

always there. Like a shadow with a

heartbeat.

She'd been followed once. Down an alley

she never meant to enter. Three steps

behind her-then silence. Until a thud. And

another. When she turned, her stalker was

on the ground, groaning

The man stood over him, blood on his

knuckles and a calm that chilled her. He

turned to her. "Go home, little dove."

was the first time she heard his voice-

low, gravelly, possessive.

And God, why did her knees go weak?