WINNIE
For a brief moment I was gripped with terror. My heart raced frantically within my chest and I wondered if he was going to attempt to kill me now. I was certain that I wasn't going down without a fight.
“You're shivering,” he said. His gaze remained trained on my bare shoulder. His fingers traced over my shoulders lightly and I shivered even lure. He was right. My hands were shaking. I was afraid of him. Terrified would be a better way to put it.
The warm water didn't suddenly feel so warm anymore. He muttered something under his breath in Italian and headed out of the bathroom. I was caught between feeling terror and relief.
Was he going back to look for a gun? Was he attempting to make this quick and easy? Was this the plan? I had no idea what to think anymore.
It was unwis
