Melanie's PoV
"I got you," his voice booms over the howl of the wind as his powerful arms wrap around my waist, lifting me from the icy grip of the river as if I weigh nothing at all.
"Morgan ..." My teeth chatter uncontrollably, words stuttering out in shaky syllables.
The sensation had gone completely from my fingers, my toes; my whole being as my body began to succumb to the cold.
"Be quiet and save your strength." He said, his tone gruff but not unkind as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, carrying me like a child.
I couldn't help but cling to him, his solid presence reassuring in the aftermath of my narrow escape from death.
"Thank you," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. It's laughable, really, one small word for this man who has braved the elements to
