Her heart skipped a beat when something hard was pressed into her back. It was the unmistakable barrel of a gun.
“Don’t move,” a deep voice hissed behind her. It was the voice of a man. “You’re going to come with me without making a sound. Is that clear?”
Thalassa’s heart raced, but she forced herself to remain calm. “And if I don’t?”
The man made a choking sound in his throat, as if he hadn’t expected her to talk back. “Then you won’t see tomorrow. Isn’t that clear enough?”
Oh, it was quite clear, but Thalassa knew she couldn’t panic. She needed to keep her cool.
“You really don’t want to do this,” she said evenly, her voice betraying none of the fear she felt. “Think about what you’re trying to—”
“Shut up,” the man hissed, pushing the gun harder against her spine. “Just move. Right
