Saving the Last Heir

SHYANNE

Iwas strong and fast. I was the only girl who’d played varsity football in high school and had managed to start as safety my senior year. And still, I was like a child trying to run through cold honey compared to Jackson.

Sprinting around one of the worktables, I tried to make for the door, but he slid around to the other side so fast that I had the ridiculous thought that he’d performed some sort of magic that allowed him to teleport between me and the door.

“You need to let me out,” I said, placing my hands on the table, feeling like a cornered animal as I glanced around the room for the best possible escape route.