POV: Daniel

Daniel hadn’t slept. He hadn’t even closed his eyes.

The cab of his truck smelled like sweat and leather and claw marks, the wheel half-mangled from where he’d dug his nails into it over and over. His eyes burned a faint gold in the dark, staring at nothing, his chest humming with the tether’s pull.

All night, he’d felt her.

Every shudder, every sob, every frantic scrape of her fingernails to scrub him off her skin. The way she’d scalded her ...