Before I have time to even think, the dark-haired stranger suddenly lunges forward. He grabs my right-hand wrist, pulling it towards him and lifting it to his lips. Then he does the very last thing I'd ever expect.
He kisses it.
His lips press against the inside of my wrist, just under the palm, cold as ice. A jolt of pain surges through me from the spot that his lips made contact with my skin, like cold white fire coursing through my veins.
I’m shaking, but somehow unable to scream, or to even move - it's as if I’m frozen to the spot with fear. Then he releases my wrist, letting it drop. As he does so, I come back to my senses, and jump back in a feeble attempt to escape. I stumble backwards blindly, into the railing around the viewing deck. I hit the railing hard, and I slump against
