Candela’s p.o.v

I stumbled a little as I moved past him, but his hand shot out, steady and fast, catching me before I fell. His grip on my waist was firm too firm and I was suddenly too aware of how close we were.

His scent rich spice, smoke, and something darker wrapped around me, drawing me in against my will. His chest was rising and falling faster than usual. I could feel the rage radiating off him.

“He touched you, huh?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Before I ...