Meiden smiled wider, but only with the left corner of his mouth, which added him a bit of wry charm.
David swallowed his saliva hard. Did Meiden just want to scare him or was he really going to fulfill his promise? He was approaching him so slowly, as if he was deliberately giving him time to escape…
So why didn't David run away? His legs were weak, but he could hold on to them. If he stood up now, if he resolutely refused, if he moved toward the door, the Norwegian would not do anything to him, because it would be an assault, and David knew he would not be assaulted. The only danger he felt at the moment came not from Meiden's behavior but from his own body, which was treacherously on fire.
Move the hell on! He ordered himself. Move, leave, run away, or, hell, just say no! Do anything, otherwise Gustav will think you're giving him permission. Gustav...
Gustav stepped around him from behind and leaned over his shoulder to scroll through the text.
