"I'm sorry," Henry said, giving Elodie a rough kiss on the lips.
Distracted and confused by his mouth, she couldn't defend herself when he hoisted her up over his shoulder...
She didn't have time to finish the question. Because one moment she was in his arms, and the next, he had hurled her into the dark and her heart was in her throat, and like the matrimonial cloth thrown before her, she was plummeting
Down
Down
Down...
From Page 101 of
paperback movie-tie-in edition of
Damsel, by
Evelyn Skye