He had to break free of his binds, had to get to her. Alive. Sage was alive. She appeared then, stumbling through a litter of bodies, tripping on the hem of her dress. A wave of tenderness came over him through the fierceness igniting his bloodstream, his battling emotions of rage and relief making him feel wild as his starving eyes took her in. Rosy cheeks, bloodred lips, wild black curls. Mine. He’d do battle with that unruly thought later,
