Warrior Without A Cause

Fear unexpectedly stabbed through her insides, making her go all cold again. “I can still hear his voice, Jack.”

Walk away while you can. My next visit won’t be quite so pleasant.

“And you’re afraid of what he said.”

She didn’t have to answer.

Jack wanted to curse. He wanted to shake her. He wanted to crush her close in his arms and never let her go. Didn’t she realize the danger she was in if any of what she suspected was true? Why couldn’t she be like ninety-nine point nine percent of the populace and give up and let it go? Like father, like daughter. She’d sunk in her teeth and she wouldn’t release that bite, not ever. Not even after they struck her and threatened her. Not even when the system that was set up to protect her, failed her. Didn’t she know how easily professional men—men like him—could break her delicate bones?