A young doctor unexpectedly finds herself forced to indoctrinate into a paramilitary organization, where a stoic hero silently falls in love. Slowly, he earns her trust. The love between them burns away the darkness of the past and acts as a beacon...
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"Have a nice night." Solan ground out to Zachariah, only able to let go of half his threatening tone.
The blue-eyed man regarded us wearily, dropping his gaze to the drink in his hand.
Solan kept me curled into his body as we navigated the bar. He shepherded me into a corner, giving me no room to move around him. The smell of pine consumed me, and his aggravated green eyes pinned me in a look of primal possession that fed the butterflies flying painfully within me.
"Are you set on torturing me?" He asked lowly. A large hand pushed aside hair that fell into my face. "You have no idea what you do to people. You're oblivious." He insulted.
A protest formed on my lips, but Solan shook his head 'no', stopping me before I could speak a single word.
"Take a look around, Ryn. There are a dozen more Zachariah's lined up." He stated. We both scanned the room over his shoulder. I blinked bashfully at the monitoring eyes on my body.
"Every swinging dick in this building has at least one eye on you, and I'm ready to put him -" He pointed openly at a handsome man to our left " - through a wall for having both eyes and his imagination on you." His jaw clenched. "If I watch him eye fuck you one more time, he's going to a hospital, and I'm going to jail." He said harshly, causing a deep blush to claim my cheeks. He jammed his hands in his pocket. "So. if you're interested in a one-night stand, pick one of these assholes and put us all out of our misery. Otherwise, end my torture, and let's go for a change of scenery." He said evenly, his eyes ruthlessly searching my own.
"You're going to look unavailable." I pointed out, feeling breathless beneath his gaze. Shouldn't he care more about finding fun for the night, like Arthur, than fighting off the Zachariahs of the world on my behalf?
He stepped forward, and his head dipped towards my neck. "I am unavailable." He grumbled; his breath fanned my skin. "Now pick." He commanded.
Unavailable?
Olivia flit through my mind but quickly disappeared. There is no evidence between them of the relationship they might have once had.
I pushed all thoughts of Solan's unavailability away, "Change of scenery," I said, drowning in his presence and proximity.
Solan straightened his spine and laced our fingers, pulling me towards the door. His black t-shirt hugged his biceps. His jaw and the veins in his arms jumped under strain, but his grip on my hand stayed tender as he led me forward.
We turned into the coat room, and he dropped his leather jacket across my shoulders before pulling on his fleece, which pulled at the color in his eyes, making them even more brilliant.
He guided me outside and up the stairs of the fire escape. We climbed until we reached the roof.
The winter air was sobering and helped calm the burning fire Solan set within me.
