My eyes widen when I hear his threat. I scoot back a little more, but there is only so much more room I have to go before I meet the outside wall. By the time I stand and reach for the windows, he’d probably have his hands around my throat and drag me back to finish the job.

“You fear me?” He asks as another thump from his boot on the floor jars me. “Good. Be afraid of me. Maybe you’re smarter than you look after all.”

“Damian will –”

I choke. Words refuse to come out. With ...