**Isa

I jumped back away from Callan as if I’d touched a hot stove. Even in a crisis situation, I couldn’t hold onto him like that. Even in the far corner, I could feel the way his strong arms grabbed me. They felt so secure, so sure.

“Well, at least we have the light,” Callan said with obviously forced relief. It appeared he wasn’t the only one who wasn’t thrilled with the idea of being stuck in the elevator.

I backed ...