“Harry, let go.”

But he didn’t. In one swift motion, he pressed a scarf over her mouth, muffling her cry, and tied her hands with another. He shoved her onto the bed, his breathing ragged, his gaze burning with something unfamiliar.

Sarah had never been afraid of him before. But now…

He hovered over her, pinning her wrists above her head. His whole body trembled.

“What did you do to me?” His voice wavered between rage and anguish. “I was fine before you. And then you—” His ...