softly and Dylan was instantly by Chelsea’s side with the duct tape. He roughly yanked off the blanket and pulled the man’s hands in front of him, wrapping them with the tape. He then did the same with his feet. As an afterthought, he dropped the blanket back over Gregory.

“Was that really necessary?”

“Yes,” he said shortly. “He would have killed you in a heartbeat. Don’t forget that.” He looked at Gregory’s blanketed figure. “He got less than he deserved,” he muttered darkly. “I probably would have killed him.”

They huddled against each other in silence for a few minutes, watching the fire crackle.

“My knight in shining armor,” she murmured, running her hand over the hard planes of his chest. His warmth seeped i...

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