A hard muscle nearly crushed her entire existence under its weight, forcing her eyes to snap open as harsh sunlight hit her face at full intensity. It was layers of firm, sculpted muscle—honestly her weakness. On a normal day, she might have admired it, maybe even reached out to touch… or lick. But right now, those same muscles were dangerously close to flattening her into paste.
Tessa tried to shift her weight and push herself up, but she was immediately slammed back down again. A groan slipped from her lips.
Was that a rock on top of her? Last time it had been Valen… so what was it this time?
Her backside ached against the ground, which suddenly felt uneven beneath her. As her eyes strained, trying to focus and make sense of things, a face suddenly appeared right in front of hers.
She nearly screamed.
Actually—forget nearly.
She screamed.
Her hand flew up instinctively, landing a sharp slap across the intruder's face. Only then did she realize it was Zephyr.
