Savannah's POV
The stranger pulled me against his chest, forcing his scent into my lungs.
The smell made my stomach turn. Vanilla mixed with something sharp and metallic filled my senses until I felt dizzy. When he pressed my face to his neck, his skin burned like fire against my cheek.
Something felt terribly wrong.
"I changed my mind. I want the other guy back."
My voice came out weak and scratchy. The man holding me didn't even flinch. His arms tightened around me instead, and a low laugh rumbled in his chest. The sound seemed familiar, but I couldn't think clearly enough to place it.
My brain felt foggy and slow. All I knew was that this man spelled trouble.
I pushed against his chest, but my hands shook uselessly. Panic crawled up my throat. Without thinking, I bit down hard on his neck.
