He started to turn when I stupidly reached out and touched his left forearm. “I just wanted to say—” Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my hand and wrenched it behind my back. His other hand clamped around my throat from behind, ready to strangle me or crush my windpipe at a moment’s notice. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled in my ear, bringing about another wave of goosebumps.
