Lena yanked her wrist, trying to break free from the unknown man’s grip.
“Let go,” she said through clenched teeth.
The man smirked, his hold tightening. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be like that.”
Before she could respond, a strong hand grabbed the man’s arm and pulled it away from her.
Lena gasped.
Grayson.
His eyes burned...