Daniel's hand grew tighter on Lily's arm, his gun pressed hard against her temple, and her pulse thundered in her ears. Her skin was pricked by the cold steel, a stark reminder of her impending demise. His sneer sliced like a razor through the darkness, rain trickling from his unkempt hair.
"Lily, you really didn't think you were going to win?" Daniel whispered in a mockingly low voice. "You're in over your head."
She tightened her jaw. "Give me a break, Daniel."
With a laugh, he pulled her toward the black SUV that was waiting. "Oh no, sweetheart. I have unresolved business with you.
Lily's thoughts were racing. Her pulse was erratic, her respiration irregular. Every step felt unsteady on the slippery pavement underneath. However, she couldn't afford to be immobilized by fear. There was Ethan. She knew he would come for her. She couldn't simply wait for help, though. She needed to do something.
