Her breath caught in her throat as she searched for any recollection of having told him her name. But his darkly beautiful features remained as impassive and inscrutable as a statue's. Around them, the shadows seemed to press in closer with the damning weight of unspoken secrets.
"How... how do you know my name?" Her question emerged barely above a whisper as her hammering heart felt as if it would beat itself free from her rib cage. But Ethan only regarded her with that same mesmerizing, predatory stare.
"I know far more about you than you can possibly imagine, my dear."
His words seemed to reverberate through her very bones like the ominous toll of a funeral knell. And Samantha found herself utterly transfixed, both thrilled and petrified beyond anything she had ever experienced before...
Her eyelids fluttered shut as his intoxicating proximity threatened to overwhelm her senses. Even now, a tantalizing voice deep within seemed to whisper for her surrender.
But to what?
Her thoughts were growing muddled and unfocused. All that existed was the enthralling power of this mysterious beautiful stranger whose very presence ensnared her utterly. She was a moth rendered helpless against the irresistible lure of his flame, no matter how dangerous the inevitable immolation.
Samantha shivered violently as Ethan's lips brushed her ear in a whisper of sublime torment.
"Soon you will beg me for the answers you seek, sweet Samantha. And I will make you burn for them..."