The first thing that Alicia's vision showed her as the red haze that had clouded her eyes dissipated was Ezekiel. His face. And that handsome face was full of scratches. Some of them were so deep that they were even bleeding.
She could feel his strong arms around her, tight and unyielding, as if he was securely chaining her in his arms. However, instead of feeling suffocated, she felt a sense of security and warmth, as though she was perfectly protected in his embrace.
