It was a rainy night. Skye Eland hurried home through the downpour after working late.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the night, making her jump. Skye looked up to see a car slammed into a crash barrier, thick smoke billowing from the wreck.
Her heart pounded as she sprinted toward the car and yanked the door open with all her might. "Are you okay?" she asked urgently.
The driver was a young man, his face handsome despite being covered in blood, with a strong, commanding presence. "Help me," he whispered before losing consciousness, the last thing he saw was Skye's beautiful, makeup-free face.
