Adina's POV

I tried to pull away from his grip but his hold was like an iron band. He scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder with a single, fluid motion. My heart hammered against my ribs as he began to walk, his steps long and purposeful. The world, a blurry mess of trees and sky, was a terrifying carousel of motion. He carried me like a caveman, a primal display of strength and ownership that sent a fresh wave of terror through me.

He walked with a firm stride until we were back at ...