“If you release her, unharmed, I’ll let you leave, but hear me when I tell you this,” Ethan rumbles. “If you injure her, I’ll rip you limb from limb. You’ll wish you’d never stepped foot in this alley.”
The threat sends a shiver down my spine, but not one of fear. The feeling that it produces is hot, heavy, and needy, something that I definitely shouldn’t be feeling right now. I reach for him but then drop my hand when I feel the press of the knife at my neck.
“F-fine, man but back up first,” my captor demands.
Ethan looks at me, the hard glare softening a bit before he takes three steps back. Not too far away in case something goes wrong, but also not close enough to scare the man into hurting me. Once he realizes Ethan is holding back, the man shoves me forward, and I stumble as he
