Sandy's POV
My stomach tightened as I regained clarity for a moment. "Or what happens?"
"Or you face death. Accept this reality, or suffer through a torturous end." His tone grew dangerously low.
The meaning behind his words pierced through me. Still, every fiber of my being continued to burn and ache with desperate need for him.
"Then so be it. Right now, I just need you inside me, Charles. We could just—"
"Absolutely not." His rejection cut through the air like a blade as he roughly set me down, my back colliding hard against the cold wall.
Before I could launch myself at him like some crazed woman, his hands captured my wrists, forcing them high above my head. In the next instant, icy water began cascading down on us.
I let out a sharp gasp. My head snapped up, and I found myself staring into eyes that blazed bright crimson. He moved closer, eliminating what little space remained between our bodies.
