Moonlight and lights from a few building windows shined onto the dark lonely road. Sierra walked swiftly, heading for the brothel, but she didn't feel safe.
She heard vague footsteps behind her, coupled with the unintelligible murmur of voices.?
The voices came closer. Sierra hastened her stride,her breath bursting in and out, her body ready to run. If Wil had sent his stooges to escort her back to the tavern, would they harm her? It was absurd to think that. She knew that she should look around to see who was behind her, but instinct told her to move away faster.
Suddenly, fingers dug into her shoulders, jerking her backward. A large callused hand covered her mouth firmly before she could scream.
She dug her heels into the ground, attempting to make it more difficult for her assailant
