The hold on Abigail’s left arm tightened like a vise, the man looking down at her was practically breathing in her face, and she could feel his hot breath on her skin.
In as much as she was terrified, she was also strangely excited by the events taking place. With a frown she gave her head a little shake, she began to wonder if that was how Stockholm syndrome developed in such circumstances.
Lorenzo gave her a little jerk and continued to scowl at her. She had no intention to tell him anything and was wondering what to say. He had obviously noticed a tool had been used to open the drawer, there was no way of denying that fact.
Involuntarily her eyes darted for a second in the direction she had pushed the knife just mere minutes before and unfortunately Lorenzo did not miss the action
