Part 2 (2/2)

But she simply hadn't been able to deal with the sensation of his skin pressed to hers. Not when she felt his hard muscles and corded arms. He was naked, and her gaze was drawn to his groin. His p.e.n.i.s was large. She imagined it growing hard and stabbing into her. Hurting her. Bending her to his will in the way that men had tamed women since the dawn of time.

She pulled herself away from the disturbing image. He wasn't going to overpower her. Not while he was fighting for his life.

When he turned his head toward her, the confusion in his eyes tore at her.

”I... I didn't mean to hurt you,” she whispered.

”You saved me,” he answered in a voice that told her that the pain in his leg still clawed at him.

The words and his effort to speak reminded her of where they were. In the forest, far from shelter and still in danger. Falcone would send men to bring her back, and she must be somewhere else when they arrived.

Again, she was tempted to leave this stranger and run. She had gotten him out of the savage trap. He could fend for himself.

Even as she told herself that story, she knew it was a lie. Focusing on his leg, she saw his mangled flesh. She had freed him from the metal jaws, but he was in no shape to defend himself-or even run away.

”We have to get out of here,” she said.

He pushed himself up, but sat where he was, dragging in drafts of air. ”I have to rest.”

”Later.”

The thought of touching him again made her throat close, but she did it anyway, crawling toward him and slinging an arm around his shoulder, urging him to get up.

”Come on. We must leave.”

”Who are you?”

”Rinna.”

”Logan,” he answered, then looked back to where the snare had held him fast. ”What was that thing?”

”A trap. For shape-s.h.i.+fters.”

She watched him take that in, watched his brow wrinkle. ”Why?”

”We can talk about it later. We have to get away from this place-now.”

He pushed himself to a sitting position and winced. ”I... don't think I can stand on this leg.”

”You have to. The man who set the trap will kill you.”

”Why?”

”He'll be angry when he figures out he didn't catch me.”

She gave Logan a minute to rest, then moved her arm under his, pulling him up.

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