Abbey’s POV
I run through the house, intent of racing up the stairs, throwing myself through the door of Lincoln’s guest room, and shutting it behind me, putting a physical barrier between me and the kryptonite of a man downstairs.
That is my plan, as I trip over one of Robyn’s toys that she’s left on the floor, falling to my knees as I let out a gasp of shock. My hands fall to the carpet to break my fall, my breath rushing from my lips. Sucking in a deep breath, I sit up, my legs underneath me as I try to calm my racing heart. I can still feel his lips on mine, the slight tug as he twirled a lock of my hair around his finger, no, no, no! I can’t! I need to keep away! People who I care about get hurt!
A warm hand wraps around my arm as I’m tugged to my feet, before being spun around to
