He stared up at her in nothing less than total shock. “You remember all of that?”
“Well, yes. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I didn’t send you a damned thing. You took those images from my mind. You stole them!”
“I did no such thing,” she blurted in alarm. “I would never steal anything, least of all your—”
Without warning, he surged up over her with that blinding speed of his, flipping her onto her back, his hand encircling her neck. He growled down at her, “Who are you? And how did you do that?”
“Do what?” she cried in frustration. “What in the world are you talking about? You’re the one who put those images into my head. I have no idea how to do what you’re accusing me of. And even if I could do it, I wouldn’t. It’s not ethical!”
His fingers began to tighten. “Tell me this instant who you are or I swear, I will kill you here and now.”