#Chapter 54: Right Place, Right Time

Ella The dark alcove where the stranger had pulled me offered a deceptive sense of security, but every fiber of my being screamed danger. Before I could make sense of how I knew this man, his fingers tightened around my wrist, and his other hand came up to rest on my lips, silencing any potential scream. The soft glow from a distant chandelier created a play of light and shadow across his face, emphasizing his intense gaze. My wolf growled inside of me, a low rumble of warning that vibrated through my core. “Fight,” she whispered, urging me to attack the stranger and make a break for it. I could feel my muscles tensing in preparation, every instinct primed to obey the primal voice inside my head. But just as I was about to make my move, a hauntingly familiar voice echoed down the corridor, freezing me in my tracks. Harry and his men. They were headed our way. “...don’t know why you trusted him in the first place,” one of the men sneered. “That’s why he’s dead n