Carina's POV -
When I had set my eyes on him, I grew stiff. I almost cried out in pain. It was as though my whole body had been numb and suddenly circulation returning brought the agony of renewed sensation.
His presence held me rigid in my seat, as though I exuded a magnet a magnetism that drew me to him, held me under his spell. It had been that way from the moment we'd met.
As I left the bar, I saw that a rally was in progress. They were protesting peacefully about some injustice and there were songs and speeches and the distribution of pamphlets to passers-by.
The leader of the rally was an awesome torn jeans, big sweatshirt, soft dark hair beard, slim body. His brows drew together as he thundered emphatically on his guitar. That he was one of the most peace-loving indivi
