SINFUL SALVATION
He was looking at me.
“You...” he whispered. “You just saved my life.”
I dropped the broken pieces of the vase. My knees buckled.
Drake caught me before I hit the ground. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his lap, holding me against his chest. He was trembling—the great, terrifying Drake was trembling.
“You saved me,” he repeated, his voice breaking into a ragged sob. “My little freak. My beautiful, brave, fierce little freak. You saved my life.”