Chapter Thirty Eight - Rejection
William
“Nobody move!” Michael bellowed, “Ten, hold your fire!” There was a panicked edge to Michael’s voice as he continued to stare across the clearing at Hannah. He was spellbound, unable to take his eyes off from the tiny young woman. Hannah ignored the order not to move, and started to approach Michael, almost reluctantly, as if she were being pulled toward him by some invisible magnet.
“Hannah, don’t!” Heath whispered, reaching for her, but I caught his arm, and shook my head at him in warning. This was a delicate and precarious situation, and Michael was a wild card. There was no telling how he was going to react.
Hannah stopped before him, and I was struck by the appearance of the two of them. Michael was a huge bull of a man, and Hannah
