His eyes glowed, catching the mild and reflecting it returned like a wild-animal in the dark.
Diane 's coronary heart leaped, but she knew she couldn't run back to him—if she threw herself into his arms, she'd be forcing him to combat for her and she didn't choose him to have to battle anymore. So she took a deep breath, became lower back and stepped ahead towards that peak.
Surprisingly, seeing the path she took, the men all shifted, making space for her to walk through the crowd as she approached the line of them.
Diane blinked. Had Tryson been wrong? Did they, perhaps, no longer want her at all? Were they just going to let her stroll through them and head to her house?
But just as she reached the first line of men and stepped in between them, they closed ranks at the back of her t
