12Nina paced back and forth across the living room floor, struggling to think clearly through the miasma of fear, anger, and pain that swirled around her mind, avoiding looking at either of the two men, seated in their chairs, watching her intently. That she would never make it to the door if she tried to make an escape, she had no doubt. Even though she was closer, the two of them could move so quickly—and had demonstrated that fact so forcefully already—that it would just make her angrier to be intercepted, pushed down onto the couch, subdued. Not that I don’t think I’m entitled to be a little bit angry, she thought bitterly.
A few minutes after Aedan had let up on her, Soren had walked into the bedroom, and at first, Nina had simply cried harder, burrowing into the blankets to hide fro
