Ian watched Lizzie go into the store and sighed. He tried to focus, to bring back the vision he saw back at his childhood home.
But he couldn’t.
All he could think about was taking Lizzie back to the compound. That was the best way to keep her safe.
He put the fuel nozzle back in place, and his head snapped toward the store when he heard the commotion. He sprinted over and was in the store within seconds.
He spotted Lizzie at the far side of the store, her back against the wall, her hands clutched around the hands strangling her.
He cursed and dashed forward. With a sweep of his leg, Ian shoved the guy wearing jeans and a gray shirt down onto the floor.
Lizzie dropped to the floor, gasping for air.
Ian parked himself in front of her. “You don’t want to do this.” His arms were out in
