Page 3 of Capturing You
They’d catch her.
Their voices were growing louder. Behind her. In front of her. Above her.
She stopped halfway to the bottom and pressed against the rocky cliff wall. Could she hide here? For now, but the sunlight was creeping toward her. She’d be exposed any second.
She was trapped.
A hand gripped her arm and yanked her back into darkness.
She gasped, fear clogging her throat.
The man—it had to be a man—held her around her middle, her back to his front. He curled around her body, imprisoning her.
He covered her mouth, not that she could scream past the fear.
He was speaking, low, insistent. She couldn’t decipher his words over the chaos of her terror.
She fought to escape, but he was strong, so much stronger.
“Stop struggling.” His whisper was vehement.
Those words registered.
“They’ll hear you. Stop.”
They. Who werethey? Who washe?
“Trust me, please.” His words were barely audible.
She stilled. Fighting was useless.Think.
“These rocks are like a megaphone.” The warning came out in a soothing cadence, no doubt intended to calm her. “If you make noise, they’ll hear you. If we’re quiet, they’ll go away.”
She had no idea where she was. Somehow, she’d been transported from the cliff to this…darkness.
She shouldn’t trust the stranger who’d grabbed her, but if not for him, she’d have been caught.
“I’m trying to help you.” His words were even, unhurried. “Trust me. Please.”
Trust him?
She couldn’t even see him.
But now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she made out rugged stone walls, a low ceiling.
The man was backed against the wall, his body pressed against hers. In the smallness of the space, she understood why.
“You’re not going to yell?” he asked.
She shook her head.
His hand lifted from her mouth.
“Who are?—?”
“Sh. Sh. They’re close.”
How did he…?
