Charles and Thomas had her pressed so tightly between them, she could barely move. Nevertheless, she continued to struggle, even biting down on Charles' lower lip. It seemed to have worked, because on a curse he released her. He touched his bleeding lip, his eyes dark and fierce, the look he gave her menacing. Fear clutched at her heart in a death grip. He said something, but she didn't hear him. Again, he grabbed her, with Thomas holding up the rear, pressing her tightly between them once more. She wanted to scream. Frantic and panicking, she continued to struggle against them, until two bouncers arrived and lugged them away.
She was grateful to the two men. Anabella stood there on shaking legs due to the sudden loss of their weight. How they'd gotten to her she didn't know, but she did
