When his rough hand slipped under her gown to her bare breast, Loretta drew in a breath and flinched away. The motion and noise might encourage him, but it covered her pressing on the tiny door. She felt the cool glass curve of a hypo inside. Not the lethal weapon she would have preferred, but it would do. He'd never feel the needle until it was too late.
She held the hypo against her wrist, once again reduced to watching for him to drop that damned knife.
"He'll be here early in the morning," she said. "I'm sure he'll be most interested in hearing about your visit."
"I'd be happy to return so he can watch," Rhysto said, squeezing her n****e. All Loretta felt was pain. "Once you've recovered, of course."
The risk she was about to take might backfire with this man, especially with Bess
