CHAPTER 85
Isabella felt the world tilt as she was violently yanked from the calm, steady embrace of Caleb.
One moment she was held by a warmth that felt like home, and the next, she was being hauled through the air, her feet barely skimming the grass.
She let out a sharp gasp as she was slammed against a frame. She didn't need to look up to know who it was, but when she did, her breath hitched in her throat.
Lucian's eyes were twin vortices of maddening red, burning with a possessive fury that seemed to radiate heat.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her arms with a bruising strength, as if he were trying to claim.
In that suffocating proximity, the air between them shifted. A thick and intoxicating scent began to roll off Lucian, the heavy aroma of sandalwood and rain-drenched earth, underscored by a sharp, dark sweetness that reminded her of crushed blackberries.
