Roman

Sawyer has his own ringtone, so I knew the moment my phone started ringing that it was him. I didn’t mean to startle Samara, but when you start snarling mid-kiss, there’s not really any other response you can expect.

I keep my eyes on Samara, needing her to ground me. She’s here. She’s safe. He never found her either.

“Sawyer,” I growl into the phone. Samara’s eyes are wide and she gently reaches out to touch me, reminding me that he doesn’t know that I know.

“Damn! Is ...