He gripped my neck with one strong hand, forcing me back against the wall. Before I could even register the coldness of the brick at my back, Taylor whipped a gun from inside his coat and pressed the barrel against my temple. The metal felt like ice against my skin. ‘What the hell is this?’ He swore. ‘Who is she? Why did you bring her?’ My heart drummed furiously in my chest. Why hadn’t I thought Taylor might carry a gun? He’d said he was part of an army for goodness sake. ‘She’s a friend,’ I stammered. She believes in the same—’ ‘Do you think this is a game?’ Taylor swore again. ‘Don’t lie to me, Nat.’ ‘She is . . . she’s a mate of mine. She wants to help.’ ‘This is not cool.’ Taylor let out a grunt of frustration. In a single move he twisted my arms behind my back and tied them with rope. Then he shoved me to the floor. I landed with a thud on my side. The rope bit into my wrists.
