“Do you have him under control?”
himHe shook his head no, one hand gripping the steering wheel of the car in front of him with a death grip in the process, the other laying in his lap and rolled up into a white-knuckled ball of bone and sinew. Tiny beads of sweat were popping up across his forehead as he fought to remain in control. So far, he held the madman in check. But not for much longer. Sooner or later he would come screaming out of his chains deep within his psyche like some deranged banshee, and when that happened, there would be nothing he could do to stop it.
madmanhe She turned her head and looked into his face with those beautiful ice-blue eyes of hers and smiled. A gloved hand came up and gently stroked his right cheek fondly. A long strand of blond hair fell over one bare
