“What are you doing here?” I asked in a trembling voice.
“You’re mine.”
My skin pebbled as his deep voice burrowed deep into my bones.
“Kalyll, please, this isn’t you.”
He grabbed my wrist and yanked me out of bed until I was standing in front of him, pressed against his hard body, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist.
He pressed his cheek to mine and whispered in my ear. “Thisisme, pure and unadulterated, and nothing and no one will keep me from what I want. You’re coming with me.”
With one quick motion, he squeezed a pressure point in my neck and I went limp. My head spun as unconsciousness threatened to overtake me. He scooped me in his arms and held me tight.
“Sleep,” he said, and I knew no more.