‘What do you expect me to do?’ he asked. ‘There are no weapons in this room.’ Flick took her grip to his wrists and brought his hands up to her throat. The flash of repulsion pulsed through his body. Rushe tried to withdraw from her grasp, but she kept hold and brought his fingers as close as she could. ‘I love you,’ she whispered. ‘I know you can do this for me... please.’
