Her vision blurred and cleared several times. The room closed in around her as her knees shook. If only her head would stop pounding so she could think. Placing a hand under her elbow, he led her to the chaise—lucky, because her knees gave out about then. She plopped onto the soft cushion with a small “Oof.” He sat beside her, still holding her elbow, concern wrinkling his brow. “Wh—what do you mean I won’t live to see the morning?” “The Takers know you saw one of them. They will discover who you are and eliminate you.” “Why would they be so determined to find me? I can’t stop them by myself and no one would believe my story if I went to the police.” “Whatever it is they hope to accomplish in this area will only be possible if people are unaware of their methods. If anyone threatens that, they will be eliminated. Period. Trust me. I’ve seen it happen time and time again.”
