Help Me

Her voice, when it came out was a stutter as she looked at him and asked," Wh... What are you doing here?"

Dale gave her a smile that chilled her to the bone, not saying a word.

Kimberlee's body jolted upright, her fight-or-flight instinct screaming at her. She scrambled to her feet, heart hammering against her ribs, but before she could take a single step away to move out Dale's hand shot out.

His fingers wrapped around her wrist—ironclad, unyielding. With a practiced ease, he pulled her back down into her seat. She barely had time to react before he leaned in, his voice quiet but carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken threats.

"Sit down, Kimberlee. You don't want to try and make a run for it. Trust me."

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. "Let me go—"

Dale only smiled. "You don't want to do that."