He had the look of an atheist whoโd just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.
Karen ChanceI looked up to find a slim blond figure standing in the doorway to the kitchen. For a frozen second, I looked at him and he looked at me, and then I screamed and threw my coffee, which hit him square in the groin.
Karen ChanceI lay there, no longer fighting, since my head was spinning too much. And because I wasnโt going to win anyway. And because I kind of liked the feeling of sensual captivity, at least by this particular jailer.
Karen Chance