Shaun stood next to Karl in the elevator, her fingers twining in the skirt of her dress; a slim fitting royal blue sleeveless sheath that covered her from neck to knees and emphasized her height. With her three-inch silver heels she would be as tall as Jozef. She tried to control her breathing as best she could. She was nervous. She couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was going to happen. The club had featured in her nightmares more than once over the past year. She would dream of men being tortured on the tables and women shot in the head.
She jumped when Karl touched her shoulder.
"You'll be fine. I won't let anything happen."
She looked at him, absorbing the kindness in his eyes. She jerked her head in a nod and tried to smile.
"The boss doesn't want anything to hap
