Elena struggled as the men dragged her into the van, but a black SUV suddenly rammed into it, sending them sprawling.
"Damian!" she gasped as he leapt out, fury blazing in his eyes.
He fought like a man possessed, taking down two of the kidnappers with brutal efficiency. The remaining man fled as Damian untied Elena's wrists.
"You're hurt," he said, brushing a hand over a cut on her cheek.
"I'm fine," she whispered, though tears filled her eyes.
Damian pulled her into his arms, holding her as if he'd never let go. "I thought I'd lost you," he murmured, his voice rough.
Elena clung to him, torn between anger and relief. "Why are you here?" she asked.
"Because I'll always be where you need me," Damian said, his gaze unwavering. "Even if you hate me."