Chapter 22
“GODDAMNIT, SARA, DO not do this to me again.”
Disoriented, I opened my eyes and looked up into Nikolas’s distressed ones. “Why am I on the floor?”
He crushed me against his chest. “Fifty years. I’m locking you up for the next fifty goddamn years.”
“Can’t breathe,” I gasped, and he eased me back down to the floor.
“How do you feel?”
“Great.” I was still trying to figure out what I was doing down there, and why he was looking at me that way. “My butt is cold.”
Relief flashed in his eyes and a smile touched his mouth. “We can’t have that.” In the next instant, he was sitting on the floor with me cradled in his lap. “Better?”
“Much better.” I leaned my head against his chest, suddenly tired. God, what a night. First, I met the mother I hadn’t seen in sixteen years. If that
