She was staring at a figment from one of her nightmares, the only difference was this wasn't all in her head. It was real. He was real and he was here.
The feeling of the cold muzzle of the gun pressed to the back of her head, the way her heart raced, her pounding pulse.
Memories from that night over a year ago assaulted her, bombarding her senses. Blood, there was so much blood. Becca went from mingling with business partners to staring across the room at someone who went from her savior to a man that starred in her most horrid nightmares. Damien Kane towered over most of the people in attendance, his jaw rigid and his lips set in a tight line.
Guests sent furtive glances in his direction, some flocking to his side to engage him in conversation.
Would they still be acting this way if they knew the things he was capable of? Would they care?
He hadn't looked at her once so she assumed he hadn't noticed her.