The moment I saw him, my body moved before my mind could catch up.
“Eryx—”
I pushed up from the chair, forgetting the rope still tied to it. My legs took one step forward before the cord snapped tight and yanked me back hard. The chair scraped loudly across the floor as I stumbled, pain shooting through my wrists and ankles.
“Rachael.”
He was already there. Eryx crossed the space between us in seconds. His hands were on me, strong, warm, and steady. He pulled me against his chest like he was afraid I would disappear if he let go.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, his breath hot against my hair. His eyes swept over the ropes, the chair, and my shaking hands. “I’ve kill them. And I'll kill every last one of them again.”
His jaw was set so tight it looked like it might snap. He slid his finge
