TEASER:
The man was a phantom.
She took a step back and hit the edge of the table. The candle
teetered and fell to one side, its flame flickering before being extinguished.
Darkness descended. Silence got a sick feeling in the pit of her belly. She had
no idea how to get out.
Moving forward, she tried not to make a sound as she headed toward where she’d first sensed him in the room. It made sense that the entrance would be somewhere around there.
As before, there was no sound, no tell-tale giveaway, but she
sensed him as he moved in behind her. Before she could react, his wrists
wrapped around hers. He didn’t squeeze them, but his fingers pressed some
pressure points. Her hands opened and her knife fell the floor, clattering on
the dirt and stones.
He bent her elbows, crossing her arms over her chest. Because of
the way he held her, his arms were crossed over her chest too. He surrounded
her totally, much like the darkness.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was little more than a
murmur in her ear. His breath ruffled the hair on the back of her neck,
tickling the sensitive skin.
Silence licked her lips almost afraid to ask, “What do you want?”
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