Carmen’s body turned to ice when Simon’s words hit her, completely baffling her about their meaning. She quickly turned to glance over her shoulder, fixating her gaze on his large hand gripping her wrist tightly.
For some reason, she didn’t like the way he sounded.
Dangerous.
A little off.
A voice inside her head told her to run, but her hand was in his possession, and she didn’t know if her guts were right or if she had just imagined that first jibe of warning that seemed to be burning on the front of her skull. Her whole buddy was suddenly buzzing, but suddenly all the voices in her head dropped flat.
She raised her eyes from their hands to meet his gaze, and what she watched confirmed her intuition.
Simon appeared unchanged, still as attractive as ever, but there was something uns
