“Then maybe you should let me go right now. It’s probably best for both of us.” Blue eyes glittering, he says in a throaty purr, “I’m not letting you go anywhere.” The way he’s looking at me makes my heart pound and my stomach clench. I feel trapped. Panicked. Gripped by a sudden and overwhelming urge to bolt, like a mouse that knows there’s a hungry cat creeping up behind it. So I do the only thing I can think of. I jump off the stool and run.
