“I told you I’d never let you go.” Her ex-husband’s sinister voice made her body convulse with fear. Rex had found her. Again. “No,” she whispered in a raw voice. “Please…” She tried to pry his hands from around her neck, but his grip tightened, and his fingernails dug into her throat, closing off her windpipe. She jerked awake, trembling. Her hands felt clammy, her throat raw, her stomach heaving. It couldn’t be real. She was dreaming again. Having another one of the terrifying nightmares that had dogged her since she’d left Rex. But a wet tongue trailed a path down the side of her face. A very real wet tongue. “I’d forgotten how beautiful you look when you’re sleeping, Rach.” Nausea flooded her. How had he found her this time? She’d covered her bases, changed her name again, hadn’t left a paper trail behind… But the acrid scent of sweat and whiskey breath told her that she hadn’t been smart enough. Rex’s heavy weight pressed her into the mattress, and stirred her panic to a frenzy.
