Amara pushed herself harder, her lungs burning with the effort. She felt a surge of panic, the walls of the cave seeming to close in around her, trapping her in a maze with no escape. She had to get out. She had to get back to the packhouse, to warn Darius, to keep everyone safe.
But then, as she rounded a sharp corner, she felt a hand—strong and rough—grab her by the arm, yanking her back. She stumbled, letting out a sharp cry as she collided with the cold stone wall. She turned, eyes wide with terror, and found herself staring directly into the stormy gray eyes of Killian.
“Well, well,” Killian sneered, his grip tightening painfully on her arm. “Look who we have here. Did you really think you could just sneak around my territory, Amara?”
Amara’s breath caught in her throat, her body t
