Alessandra’s POV
No matter how fast my feet hammered into the floor of the woods, he was behind me. My eyes not bothering to filter through the darkness or its luminescent moonlight as I could feel him reaching for me, succeeding before taking me to the ground. His weight was impossible to fight as if I were paper against rock, a useless effort for the strength I needed to reserve. But as I was kept flat, his body set me compressed into the dirt, his nails ate into my wrists deep enough to call blood to the surface. A wicked smile left behind as I attempted to read his expression for what it was he wanted specifically. A pair of haunting blue eyes that would frighten even the devil himself, if the man before me wasn’t him incarnate.
“What do you want?” I managed, strength falling betwee
