Escape? The words echoed in his mind like a siren. No…no, she can't run. Not from him.
With a burst of speed, he caught her again, pinning her gently but firmly against his chest. His grip softened immediately, his body trying to soothe hers as he whispered the only words that made sense in his scrambled mind.
"You’re safe now," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I’ve got you."
For a second, he thought she'd relax, that the tension in her body would ease now that she was in his arms, in his protection. But then, she turned her face toward him, her eyes wide with confusion and conflict, her breathing uneven.
“I’m sorry…” she began, her voice shaky but resolute. “But… who are you?”
The words hit him like a thunderclap.
What?!
His grip on her loosened as he stepped back, shock
