samjade

Panting Cullen reached the top of the stairs to Trevelyan’s chamber. “What’s wrong?” he asks rushing the final few steps dragging in air. He’d hurried over the moment he was told she urgently requested his assistance, dropping his work mid report and leaving his office in a state of utter disarray. Annabel gives him a fleeting smile. “I need your help,” not wasting a second she dashes over. Grabbing his arm and wrapping herself tightly round it, pointing to her desk just as a small heavyset spider skitters out from under it.   Screeching she jumps into him, forcing him to clumsily catch her and winch