In moments, I have both her tiny wrists trapped in my grip, and I’m dragging her to her feet, careful not to strain her arms. Eden yelps, then struggles, lighting my blood with the desire to trap. To subdue. I grab her around the waist and haul her against me, her back to my chest, her weight nothing at all. Running on instinct, I pass her wrists to Beau. When he doesn’t take them, I look up.
