Irene’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest like a trapped animal as I stared up at Alastair. The branches scratched at my skin from my desperate run earlier, and my legs burned with sharp stings from thorns and roots I crashed through. I was on the damp ground now, dirt and leaves sticking to my torn dress, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He caught me already. But how? I had so fast, thinking I could escape this nightmare.I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, stones grinding into my palms. “No, stay away!”I cried, my voice shaking. But my legs screamed in protest, barely able to push me further. He stepped closer, his tall frame looming over me like a predator. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement, that cruel smile curling his lips. He was shirtless, his muscled chest heaving from the chase. His pants were low on his hips showing the V of his abs leading down to the thick bulge straining against the fabric.“Where do you think you're going, little Irene?” he taunted, his
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