Before I know what’s happening, someone has a hold of the back of my shirt and is hauling me back in through the window with a speed that leaves me even more dazed and confused. If such a

thing was even possible.

Bennett, I think. It has to be Bennett. “Aerin?”

I wrench my eyes open in surprise. Eyes that I have no memory of closing because it’s not Bennett who saved me at all. It’s Mack.

For several seconds all I can hear, all I can feel is the harsh pounding of my heart as I ...