She thrust away visions of herself walking down the aisle in a stunning, strapless white gown and forced a deep, calming breath. She didn’t want to scare him away by being overly excited, or too clingy.
She needed him too badly.
***
Isaac’s hands gripped the wheel so tight he wondered if he might snap it in half. When the cool leather wheel started to bend under the pressure, he forced himself to loosen his hold. Leaving Sabrina hadn’t been as easy as he might have hoped. But he had a job to do. A job that, unfortunately, required he’d leave her.
He shouldn’t have kissed her goodbye, he acknowledged grudgingly. His control hung by a mere thread, ready to snap at a moment’s notice. Her soft lips under his had almost done him in, and still haunted him.
Cursing loudly, he slammed his foot on the brake. While fantasizing, he had almost run through the red light shining above. Bloody hell, he hated cars. He couldn’t exactly blame the car, but he did despise them.
No, it was his fault, and his alone. He needed to stop obsessing and start paying attention. Too many mistakes had already been made. He’d set the plan in motion, and he would stick to it, by God.
This time, he would win.
Arriving at his destination, he shut off the engine and sighed in relief as he exited the sports car he called his. He set off toward the forest and forced himself to concentrate on the matter at hand.
Someone lurked in the woods.
***
“Sabrina, Sabrina, what should I do with you? How will I keep you safe, my love?” He caressed her chin in feather-light strokes, and her heartbeat qu
ickened as she trembled at his soft touch.
“I don’t know what you mean. I’m safe. I’m with you.”
“Yes, of course, Sabrina. But you have to trust me and come with me.” He smiled at her and held her gaze, and she caught her breath.
“Where?”
“Trust me,” he whispered. “Let me in.”
“Let you in? We’re in the middle of a forest.” She made a sweeping gesture with her hand.
“We’ll go to your house, and you can let me in. Let’s go.”
He held his hand out, and she studied it before putting her hand in his. He seemed to be in a good mood tonight, at least. Something that must have been triumph entered his eyes, and he swept her into his arms. Knowing what came next, she closed her eyes and grabbed his neck.
When he twisted her in his arms so she stood behind his back, instead of running as she’d expected, she looked around in confusion. She hadn’t even seen him move her. She yelped at the unexpected action and clutched his shirt in fear. Isaac shoved her to the forest ground to hunker down in front her.
A feral snarl broke the silence of the night, and she sought out the beast that made the terrifying sound. She blanched when she realized no beast made the noise—Isaac had.
Isaac? No, that couldn’t be right….
In front of them, a dark form landed in a crouch, causing Isaac to growl louder. She stumbled away when the shadow straightened, and she saw Isaac.
No, it couldn’t be Isaac. Isaac stood right in front of her. Yet he looked identical to the man she gripped in fear. What the hell was going on?
“Stay away from her,” growled the new Isaac.
“I will not.”
“She is mine. I will fight you for her.”
“Go ahead and try, baby brother.”
Brother? Well, at least it explained the resemblance—but it still freaked her out. Even for a dream. Hoping they were distracted arguing, she crept backward. Her legs shook as she stealthily separated herself from the scene in front of her. Though she knew she dreamed, the fear coursing through her felt very, very real. Every instinct in her screamed to get away.