Olivia Martins

Then suddenly I was thrown to the ground, hard.

The impact knocked the air from my lungs, and for a second, all I could do was gasp, choke, and claw at the air like it might give me something to hold on to. My ribs screamed from the fall, my throat burned where his hand had been, and the taste of blood coated the back of my tongue.

I coughed and dragged myself up onto shaking elbows, blinking through the haze clouding my vision.

Ryker moved toward me, his face stricken, but ...