She hadn’t been harmed…yet. But the stark terror in her clear blue eyes kindled his rage.
The moment she saw Mac, she wrenched away from her captor and dashed across the cavern. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she whispered, burrowing against his chest. “Please don’t be mad at me!”
Tears were streaming down her pale cheeks. Gently he curled protective arms around her trembling shoulders. “Did he hurt you?”
“N-no.” She hiccupped, and vigorously shook her head. “B-but he has a gun!”
Up until now, being shipwrecked had seemed like an exotic adventure. But the big black gun clenched in Spencer’s hand was real! The bullets it held were real, and the danger it posed was very real!
Suddenly she wasn’t having an adventure anymore. She was petrified! “What’s he going to do to us?”
“Absolutely nothing
