Meg's POV
If I had been asked to describe myself in one word, strong or brave would have been one of them. I had done things and have lived through this rough world with nothing to guide me but myself. So yes, strong was the word I'd use.
But as I sat immobile on the couch with a gun pressed against my temple, I was beginning to doubt my strength. I had been in lots of situations, but nothing as peculiar as this.
Eric slipped his palm, which was situated between us, into mine and squeezed tightly, trying to reassure me or something. At that moment I didn't even know if I should be grateful or angry. A few moments ago we were at each other's throats and now he was squeezing his palms onto mine to show support. It was evident that we had some hot blood between us. Although we wouldn't in our wildest dreams, ever envision being in this position in million years. It remained to be said.
