Nyra’s POVOne second he was standing a few steps away.The next, he was in front of me.Too close.So close my breath almost stopped.His hand slid around my waist and pulled me into him like it was instinct, like he couldn’t help it. My chest pressed to his. My heart started pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.I lifted my eyes, startled by his nearness, and saw his face up close, all sharp lines and controlled power. A man built for battle, for leadership, for storms.And yet his hold on me wasn’t rough.It was firm. Possessive. Protective.“So,” he said, voice low, eyes locked on mine, “what has your boyfriend been doing?”I blinked. “My,”His mouth curved.“You weren’t going to tell me, right?” he teased.My breath caught.I tried to step back, but the wall was behind me, and suddenly I realised he’d already guided me there without me noticing. My back met the wood lightly, and the cabin felt smaller, hotter, like the air had turned thick.“Ronan,” I whispered, half war
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