Grace POV

Ethan tells me rogues are all desperate criminals, that I shouldn't think too much about it.

Then he scoops me up before I can protest.

My face burns instantly. The sudden loss of ground beneath my feet, the security of his arms—it's too much. Too intimate. My hands clutch his shoulders on instinct, and I'm hyperaware of every point where our bodies touch.

He says this place isn't safe, that he's taking me back to his territory ...