Callista couldn’t breathe.

For a heartbeat, the whole world stopped, like even the storm was holding its breath.

Then, the shadow spoke, his voice low and rough. "What are you doing?"

She didn't recognize him, didn't know how long he'd been standing there or what he'd heard. But he was watching her like she was a wild animal that might attack.

Her instincts screamed danger. She twisted hard, yanking at the grip on her shoulder, her nails clawing at the stranger’s wrist.

“Let me go!” Her ...