“THOUGHT YOU MIGHT BE hungry.” It was a flat statement bearing no hint of friendliness. Cynthia walked over to Julie with a plate of food in one hand and the gun in the other. Laying them both down on the nightstand, she took off the strip of rose-patterned cloth from around Julie’s mouth. She stared down at her with a frown between her brows, looking puzzled. “I don’t know how you’re going to eat being tied up like that.” She pursed her lips, deep in thought.
Now Julie figured she could make her move and play upon this woman’s emotional misery over what had happened to her after giving in to Robert Scott’s empty words of love.
“Cynthia, I’m not here to hurt you."
“Of course, you’re not. I’ve got the gun.” She flashed Julie a look of superiority.
“Well, that’s true, but I was never goi
