Limerence (Fated Fixation, #1)

by H.C. Dolores

“Run as far as you’d like. Run to New York, to California, to Europe, to Africa, to the ends of the earth if you’d like.” His voice pitches so low I have to crane to hear him. “Because when I find you, and it is when, not if, sweetheart, I intend to collect my prize. I’m not sure you’ll like what happens when I do.”