Myla’s blood turned to ice, and for a moment, her body refused to move even though her mind was screaming for her to run or scream. To do something, but for a split second, true panic clawed up her throat. Her mind flashed with images of everything the men had warned her about. Everything they had prepared for.

But preparation meant nothing in the face of reality.

Myla’s heart hammered so violently she thought he might hear it.

"Think, Myla," her mind screamed at her. "Think."

If she ...