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He had her by the hair. One hand was wrapped in her hair. “What are you doing here? You just seriously find trouble everywhere, don’t you?”

“Will abducted me! Let me go!” Dylan fought, kicked, but he was strong. Big, as big as Fletcher. And she had just gotten out of the hospital not even two weeks ago. It was bound to be an unfair fight from the beginning. “Let me go, butthead!”

She kicked out.

And got lucky.

Dylan’s foot caught him right in the penis. He bent over, and she jumped back. “You little monster! You’re going to pay for that. I’m going to paddle your tiny ass for hours and I’m going to fucking enjoy it too. Damn, I love small women and always have. Small and sassy!”

“Just leave me alone!” Dylan wasn’t going to be able to get to the truck past him. She just wasn’t. And she wasn’t stupid.

Dylan ran.

There were old buildings back there, she could just see the silhouettes in the low moonlight. She was going to hide there.

And wait.

Because Fletcher was coming for her. She just knew it—and he would probably come blazing in with a bunch of pissed-off Tylers right behind him, ready to fight evil with just sticks and fists if they had to.

Dylan darted behind a small barn, almost tripping in the half-melted mud in front. She was going to get inside and hide.

And wait for her chance to get back to the man, to the people she loved.