I was going to die. Of that, I had no doubt. The General was going to end me. Fear should have gripped me-terror should have reduced me to tears, begging for mercy. But instead, a disturbing heat flared within me. Something was definitely wrong, because despite the certainty of my impending death, I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. From his perfectly sculpted, naked body. Normal people didn't feel this kind of thrill when facing a lethal predator.

His lips curled into a seductive ...