The room was closing in on her like a trash compactor. Was there even enough air in here? Stop panicking! I’m being a wimp. The walls aren’t moving. I’m not going to be squashed to death or suffocate from a lack of air. The door opened and she jumped, standing. Connor stepped in, his gaze narrowing as he looked her over. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “You mean besides being held against my will? Abused and starved?” “Abuse? What abuse?” “You touched me without my permission.” He grinned. “Don’t even try to pretend you didn’t enjoy every touch. I could smell your arousal, trouble. If anyone should feel abused, it’s Cade and me.” She smirked. “Cade still singing soprano?” Connor raised a brow. “He’s just changed and gone for a run. When he returns I’m sure he’ll be back in fighting form.” She swallowed nervously. Her stomach growled and she placed her hand over it, trying to quiet it. A blush covered her cheeks. “Didn’t Cade bring you some food?”
