“Now what?” he murmurs, almost softly. My heart is pounding. The lack of oxygen is turning me insane. “I’d fight,” I whisper back. “Then fight me,” he says, his breath crackling on my earlobe. “What?” “I’ve cornered you in here, there’s no light. Nobody can see you. Nobody is coming to rescue you. Fight. Me.” My nerve endings spark. “I-I can’t.” “Why?”
