“Arabella...”
“You?”
His face becomes clearer now that the lighthouse light reflects on him.
But he looks different—feral, dangerous... intimidating.
As I keep staring into his eyes, I feel a thick charge of electricity between us, making it hard to breathe.
His eyes. The way he gazes at me. They’re different.
Oh gosh! Why am I like this?
My knees wobble, but I manage to ask, “How did you know—”
No!
He steals my breath again, quickly capturing my mouth. The way his tongue slithers into me sets my entire being on fire.
His arms tighten around me.
“No!” I push him hard, though every part of me resists letting go.
“Ara—”
“Don’t!” I shove him again. “What are you doing here? Why did you—??”
“Why are you with Dylan?” he interrupts, ignoring my questions.
“How do you know about Dy
