Noah's grip on me was like steel, unyielding and burning hot where his fingers dug into my skin. His blue eyes were darker than I had ever seen them, fury simmering in their depths as if every breath I took insulted him.

"You even thought about running, huh?" he muttered, his voice low and lethal, which made my pulse stutter.

"Put me down!" I shout again in panic, especially when I feel the uneven movements as he takes the stairs.

He didn't reply, and my heart went frantic as he entered a room, ...