About the book: year / The story of Klim and Daryana. Book 3 of the Free Wolves series. Dasha realized that she was not taking her greedy gaze off him. Meanwhile, the man approached a couple more steps, although Dasha clearly understood that he was doing this deliberately slowly. He could move much faster. And... kill them all in a matter of seconds. But for some reason he hesitated. “Are you crazy, man?!” Get out where you were going! - the third of the gang spoke up, “the silent one,” as Dasha dubbed him. “It seems to me that the girl doesn’t want to undress,” the stranger grinned and finally looked intently at her. Dasha held her breath. The lungs were bursting with pressure. The pulse pounded in my temples. Something inside flared up with fire, contracted into a frantic spiral that burned like lava. “Close your eyes,” he suddenly said in a murmuring, velvety voice, and Dasha, as if under hypnosis, obeyed.* * *He was silent. He looked at her and was silent. “Did you choose?” - Wild muttered hoarsely, in a changed voice. “You,” Dasha nodded, and she herself, first, extended her palm to touch the dark skin with her fingertips. The predator flinched, as if he had been struck by a discharge of electricity. “Remember: I gave you a chance to escape,” the man rumbled , slowly raised his hands, but did not touch the girl with them, he hung down, leaned his fists against the wall, crumbling her into dust. “I’ll run away in the morning,” Daryana promised and, standing on tiptoe, almost touched the hard male lips with a kiss.* * *She was promised to another but one night with a stranger changed everything…