The ropes around her wrists bit into her flesh. Struggling in a vain attempt to free herself had rubbed her wrists raw. But her captor before her offered no relief. The dark pines pressed close on all sides, filling the narrow clearing with ominous shadows.Fear clawed at her throat. Made it impossible to fill her lungs. Be calm. Be brave.She swallowed hard. Maybe if she could divert him in some way…“What’s your name?” she asked.“Why you want to know?” The man sat across the small clearing, a space of about eight feet, alternately scowling at her then chewing viciously on his fingernails.“No matter. Just being polite.” But she’d like to be able to tell his relatives—if he had any—when she shot him through the heart.Her anger lasted but a second. He kept her brocade bag pressed to his side. She’d have to have wings to get it.“Guess it don’t matter if you know. I’m only keeping you ‘till you come to your senses and tell me where the key is.”“Believe me, I’d tell you if I knew.”“Guess I don’t believe you.”
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