“I have a fantasy of you. It’s dark,” I confessed.
“I can let my tastes run dark, if you want.”
“It’s of you chasing me.”
Lochie brought his mouth close to my ear. “Get up.”
“What?”
“Go to the door.”
I obeyed, my frightened soul needing direction.
He stalked over and unlocked the door. With a finger, he pointed outside into the frigid night.
“Run, Cait.”
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