Shea swallowed a sob, willed herself to wake from the nightmare.“You’ve been a bad little cat, but I won’t punish you if you get up and walk out right now.”No, she didn’t want to leave. She felt good … safe here. Besides, Ethan was here… . She couldn’t leave Ethan.The voice grew harder and louder. “Get up before I have to hurt you … or what if I hurt that hero of yours? What would you do if Ethan Bishop died because you wouldn’t obey me?”Tossing and twisting on the bed, Shea demanded, “You leave Ethan out of this … leave him alone.”“Then get up … now!”A slight sting on her arm jerked her awake. Shea rolled away from the pain.A harsh feminine voice said, “Shit. I didn’t get it all in her.”“Bring her!” The harsh voice demanded.“Who’s there?” Her muscles locked from fear, Shea’s eyes roamed around the room without her head moving. Darkness surrounded her. A nightmare … just a nightmare. A chillingly familiar voice had threatened Ethan.
