Page 94 of The Darkest Hour

Quickly, I grabbed Havoc’s wrists and wound the rope around them, securing his hands tightly behind his back. The thudding of his pulse against my fingertips was a constant reminder that he was still breathing, still capable of harm.

But in this moment, his fate lay solely in my hands, and I relished the power and control over him.

Once I’d made several strong knots and bound his hands good, I gazed around.

That tree will work.

I stood up, gripping the rope with both hands, and began to drag him toward the nearest tree.

Fuck. He’s a big bastard.

It took all of my strength. His body was heavy, dead weight in my hands, but adrenaline fueled my strength. I could feel every muscle in my body straining, but I didn’t stop, not until I had his body against the rough bark of the tree.

Okay. Almost done.

Wiping away sweat from my forehead, I tied the rope around the tree and bound him securely to it.

The knots were as tight as I could get them.

It wasn’t perfect.

It wouldn’t hold him forever.

But, it would buy me some time.

Time to think.

Time to truly check this island and see if there was a way out for us.

And what will he do when he finds out he’s tied to a tree?

I stared at him, bound and vulnerable.

Even in this state, he radiated a dark, menacing energy that kept me on edge.

There were several things I had to consider.

What were the limits to his sense of smell?

Was there a set distance where he couldn’t track my scent?

God, I hope so.

Suddenly, a low groan escaped his lips, pulling me from my thoughts.

Damn it. He’s already regaining consciousness?

I froze, my heart leaping into my throat as his eyes fluttered open. For a moment, he looked disoriented. He just kept blinking those eyes over and over.

Then, Havoc shook his head and locked his gaze on me.

Fuck.

Next, he took in his new situation, gazing over his shoulder at the tree I had bound him too.

“Interesting.” He didn’t struggle against the ropes, didn’t test his restraints. Instead, he simply looked back at me with a dark smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You didn’t kill me.”

What the fuck?