Myra gasped, watching the horror playing out in front of her.
Because this was horror.
That was exactly what it was.
She watched him pick her purse up from the floor where he must have dropped it when he suddenly decided that here and now would be a good time to take her.
And now he was saying he could not disrespect her like this?
“What do you mean?” She was watching him in disbelief, feeling like she had just been robbed.
She was mad with rage but was not even sure what she was mad at. “You brought me here.”
“I am really sorry.”
The more he apologized, the stronger the urge she had to punch him.
What the hell was he apologizing for? Bringing her to the city of sin in the middle of the night, prepping her the whole damn night with his words and looks, or that bloody last dan
