A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 293

Even with Rowan’s steady hand supporting her, Elissa couldn’t shake the dizzying sense of insecurity that came from being lifted so effortlessly into his arms. Instinctively, her legs tightened around his waist, searching for any anchor.

Something was shifting, and not for the better. She could feel it—like the pressure in the air before a storm.

It all started with that phone call Rowan had answered just moments before.

Even now, the aftershocks of his mood pulsed through the room; Elissa could sense he hadn’t quite let go of whatever had unsettled him.

But Rowan didn’t give her time to dwell. With his long strides—deliberate and unhurried—he carried her across the room and pressed her down onto the soft expanse of the king-sized bed.

Elissa’s breath caught, her lashes fluttering with nervous anticipation.

The mattress cradled her back, while above her, Rowan’s eyes burned a feverish red, his chest rising and falling with heavy, restrained breaths.

She licked her lips, her voice barely a whisper. “Are… are we doing this now?”

From the moment she’d signed that agreement, she never truly believed she’d escape this moment.

Rowan never looked away, not even for a second.

Her lips, still glistening from his earlier kiss, trembled; her clear eyes shone with uncertainty and a touch of fear, betraying a naivety that hadn’t been touched by experience.

Desire flickered in Rowan’s gaze, dark and unyielding. His body was taut with restraint, but somehow he managed to pull back, propping himself up with one elbow at her side while his other hand brushed gently across her brow.

When he spoke, his voice sounded rough, like gravel underfoot.

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