Helena's POV
The relentless hammering against the cabin door makes the entire structure tremble. Asher and Patrick won't wait much longer before they tear the door from its hinges, leaving us completely vulnerable to whatever lies beyond these walls.
Leo rolls off the narrow cot, his broad shoulders bearing fresh claw marks from our passionate encounter. His eyes burn with an intensity that tells me Huxley prowls dangerously close to the surface, ready to claim what he considers his territory.
"Don't move from this spot," he commands, his voice rough with barely contained power.
I slip from the cot and pull his discarded shirt over my head. The fabric barely covers my thighs, but it will have to do. "Not a chance in hell."
