Chapter 18
A second hand gripped my arm, hard, unyielding. I was silenced and I was caught.
But I wasn’t vanquished. Adrenaline pushed away pain and exhaustion. Raising my good foot, I prepared to slam the heel into my attacker’s kneecap. Then I crumpled as my weak ankle rejected being asked to hold my weight.
I was falling...then I wasn’t. The hand that had covered my mouth gripped my waist instead. I found myself tucked against Tank’s torso while he breathed into my ear.
“What exactly have you been up to?”
Relief made me snarky. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
But Tank wasn’t listening. Instead, he maneuvered me into the convertible so skillfully my ankle didn’t twinge once. Slipping the keys out of my hand and into the ignition, he lowered the top then tilted back my
