Tie her up. Tie her down. Whatever it takes to keep her safe—whether she likes it or not.
I didn't think anyone could make me feel again. Not after fate robbed me of everything and threw me into the pitch black hell of my own mind.
But she does.
Reeba is living, breathing energy. Vibrant and so damn alive it hurts.
She's also in lethal danger but refuses to believe it.
And if I have to kidnap her, keep her tied up against her will to save her then that's damn well what I'll do.
As for the men trying to take what's mine? I hope their maker has mercy on their souls.
Because I sure as hell won't.
*Intended for an 18+ audience*