She held his gaze as he approached her, her throat suddenly dry. Something about him made her shudder as he caged her against the cold, rough wall, the scent of blood and death surrounding them. His presence constricted her. Suffocated her. Every single fibre of her being screamed at her to run from him, to get as much distance as she could between them. Yet a small part of her didn't want to move, keeping her rooted to the spot as his fingers brushed under her chin, tilting her face up, as his lips descended towards hers.