Missing In The Glades. Lena Diaz

stiffened as he neared the staircase that led to her apartment. “You can put me down now. I’m not in any danger, not that I needed you to rescue me in the first place.”

      “You’re welcome,” he grumbled.

      She rolled her eyes.

      He started up the stairs.

      Her eyes widened in panic. “Wait. What are you doing? Put me down.”

      He tightened his hold. “Not a chance. We need to talk. No guns. No knives. And no man-eating snakes. Just you, me and the truth.”