“Julia, you’re okay, I promise,” the voice was saying. She turned her head to see a nice-looking man, also dressed all in black, kneeling behind her. “We got him. There’s nothing else to be scared of. Are you all right?”

He had very pretty eyes, and he was looking at her like they were old friends, like he’d always been there to protect her. Her heart was still pounding, but she managed to ask, “Who… who are you?”

“We’re the good guys,” the lady was ...