![]() Then he moved his hand from my mouth to the back of my neck and lifted me to a sitting position. He rested his forehead against mine as if catching his breath. Though his clothes and hair were soaking wet and bitterly cold, a heat radiated toward me and I blinked in utter astonishment. Then something familiar registered in the back of my mind. Cold rain beaded off him and dripped onto my face. The flood of adrenaline coursing through my veins shook me from head to toe. “Don’t stop fighting me,” he added in a husky voice, “and I’ll slice your throat right here and now.”įor an endless minute the only thing I heard was my own labored breathing. ![]() My senses came rushing back at a dizzying speed, along with the chilling reality of my predicament. He forced my head back, leaned into me, and the sickening feel of a cold sharp object against my throat stilled me instantly. A primal instinct had taken hold, and I no longer controlled my actions. I began my struggles anew, clawing at him and kicking. “Stop fighting me and I’ll let you up,” he said with a growl. ![]()
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