-Jacey-
I lay, sprawled on my stomach as Masterson dragged Caleb away, unable to do anything to stop him.
“No…” I whispered.
Gunfire stopped coming into the bedroom and moved off to a different location within the hacienda.
I couldn’t move. I just stayed in the same spot on the floor, stunned.
Caleb was gone.
It seemed like hours, but it may only have been minutes, until the gunfire stopped altogether.
Then I saw a pair of shoes shuffle in front of the doorway.
“So they left us one,” the sheik said.
“Interesting.” Another pair of shoes. Ibrahim.
“I suppose we’ll have to change locations now. Damn Masterson anyway,” the sheik grunted.
“But we’ll still have her,” Ibrahim said.
“Indeed. All right, Jacey, let’s go.” The sheik waited.
When I didn’t move right away, Ibrahim grabbed
