Chapter 12
Rowan’s muscles were cramping, but the pain from the taser had faded. Her wrists had been bound with a zip tie. The plastic dug into her skin, rubbing it raw. But she was grateful he’d gone with this instead of cuffs. Under the right circumstances, she could get out of this. As Voss currently had a g*n trained on her where she was folded like a rag doll into the floorboard, these were not the right circumstances.
“Why couldn’t you just leave well enough alone?” he demanded. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Really? Because it sounded a whole lot like you wanted Morales to shoot me.”
“It would’ve been simpler that way. But Morales has a type and he wanted to play with you. Trust me. Death would’ve been the better option.”
“Cheery thought. But I know what I heard, Voss.”
“Yeah.
