There was nowhere left to go, very little left to do, Dani realized. No energy left to think of something. Fatalistic took over from flight-or-fight. She had fought the good fight. It was time for a little dignity.
Her clothes were soaked. The wind had eased but not enough. She wrapped her arms around her middle and leaned against the rock face so she wouldn’t shiver herself off her precarious perch. No sense doing the job for him.
She didn’t even flinch when, with a small flurry of stones, Spook dropped down on the ledge next to her.
“Willow.”
The killer was still in his eyes. She didn’t care. “I’m not Willow. I’m Dani. Just—Dani.”
He stopped, a momentary confusion altering the cold blankness of his face into something more normal. Or maybe she just wanted to believe it had.
“Dani?”
