Chapter 37
The man’s vice-like grip bit into her neck as well as her pride. His touch was unwelcome. Uninvited. What had led this man to this action? Did his emotions affect his values, or the other way around? Either way, Annie, of all people, was certain about the way that emotions affected someone’s behaviour. So she began to drink his emotions away.
The man's grip loosened.
Time passed.
Time enough for a gift to become a curse.
A single gunshot rang through the bush, sending birds into flight all across the valley, and Annie hit the ground hard, unable to break her fall with tied wrists. Too much momentum, rapidly interrupted, from a manoeuvre that had not exactly been well planned. There was no wind at all, which made it feel as if the land itself was holding its breath in shocke
