It was the same hand that had just stopped the old man, cool and firm around her own wrist. The memory of its touch—the chill of his skin, the unyielding strength—was still vivid.
The man’s height was oppressive as he leaned in. "Hello again, Miss Hayes?"
His voice was a low murmur against her ear, and she could feel the heat of his breath on the delicate skin of her neck. A violent shudder wracked Maya Hayes’s body as blood rushed to her
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