Angela stepped into the pit that belonged to Renn. He was nowhere in sight even though his scent lingered in the air, strong enough for her to know he was close. She moved toward where Samuel stood, but before she could ask him about Renn, she felt something quick behind her. Strong hands slipped around her waist, pulling her back until her body pressed into his. She didn't need to turn to know who it was. Only Renn knew how to make his presence so clear.
"Babe," his voice came in a whisper that sent cold shivers racing down her spine. His touch alone had the power to undo her. She tried hard not to think of him in that way, especially when everything around them was already a mess.
"Renn..." she breathed, wanting to turn and face him, but he wouldn't let her. He held her tighter, his face buried in her hair, breathing her in like it was the only thing keeping him alive. "Can you stop being—"
