She ran onto my mountain wearing silk and terror, begging a stranger to hide her from the men who owned her.
I should’ve towed her car and sent her back down the pass.
Instead I wrapped her in my jacket, carried her to my cabin, and locked the world out.
Now she’s mine to protect.
Mine to warm when the cold tries to take her.
Mine to break open until the spoiled little brat underneath learns what it means to be claimed by a man who doesn’t negotiate.
Her father’s hunters are coming.
They’ll burn everything to drag her back.
They can try.
I’ve spent my life building walls no one gets through.
This time I’m the wall.
And I don’t share what’s mine.
She ran from a cage.
She’s about to learn the mountain has a new owner… and he’s keeping her.
