Fear gripped her first sharp and suffocating before fury ignited like wildfire in her chest. Orlando stopped right in front of her, his smug grin twisting her stomach in disgust. She spared him only a glance, then lunged.

With a low, guttural growl, she slammed her forehead against his with such force that he staggered back, clutching his nose and grimacing in pain.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed, her voice venomous, her glare like ice.

Another man stepped forward, seizing her arm. He ...