Her head trembled slightly as the metal pressed hard against the back of her head,

“Turn around, slowly.” The voice commanded, her legs felt like led but she forced them to turn slowly, her throat bobbing in a nervous swallow.

Turning completely, her eyes caught the dark ones staring back at her.

A man, one she’d never seen before. His head bled softly from a shallow graze just above his brow.

He wore a white shirt, the collar open and the fabric clung to his broad ...