ROSETTE 

My guts were screaming I should run. It was screaming danger, and I didn't feel safe at all. Not from the way Axel’s eyes were glowing or the way he was shaking, his body burning and wet with sweat. 

But I couldn't run, I couldn't scream. He held me with one hand, covering my mouth with the other hand. And even though he just held me with one, I couldn't break free from that hold. 

“Rosette,” Axel purred, his voice so deep, it was a growl. He leaned in, ...