“You look awfully familiar,” Fritz said as he inched even closer. The Villain began thrashing again, but Evie didn’t move. She was through with letting herself be intimidated by men. “Did I take you to bed last month?” She frowned and shrugged, looking down at the gag still in her mouth. The intrigue in Fritz’s eyes only grew as he untied the cloth, and Evie spit the filthy-tasting handkerchief from her mouth. She smirked. “No, I don’t think I’ve ever been that disappointed.”
