Savage

I’d fight for her. I’d kill for her. Her eyes tell me the deep scars of her past. A past she can’t escape or forget. I swore off love. But with her, it’s different. One look at her and I felt that base, primal instinct: I had to protect her. I needed to keep her safe. Each day with her burned hotter than the last. I couldn’t pull myself away from her. I thought I could keep things under control. It was only a matter of time before her past caught up with her. The bastard who hurt her—who scarred her. Who plans to put her—and my future with her—in danger. He should have stayed in the past. He should have backed away. Because now there’s nothing that will stop me. Not until she’s safe in my arms. Forever.