AURORA MOON
It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact, laced with a poisonous intent so potent the air itself seemed to curdle.
"He kidnapped me," Aurora insisted, her wrists twisting in the silken bonds. "He hurt me. He didn't … he didn't touch me like that."
Kellan's dark eyes blazed with black fury. "But he looked. He desired. He thought, for even a moment, that he could take what is mine." He grabbed her chin and squeezed. "I should have killed him. I should have torn him apart with my bare hands and sent the pieces back to his family in a velvet-lined box."
The violence in his words was not an empty threat. It was a promise he had chosen, for now, to defer. Aurora's blood ran cold. This was the other side of his obsession. The part that existed beyond the opulent penthouse and the whispered endearments.
"You saved me."
