Stone Cold Undercover Agent

The initial fear hadn’t totally subsided. She wasn’t afraid of him per se or, maybe more accurately, she wasn’t afraid he would harm her. But that didn’t mean there weren’t other things to be afraid of.

She had sat up on the bed, but he still loomed over her from his standing position. She banked the edgy nerves fluttering inside her chest.

He kneeled, much like he had earlier today when they’d been putting together her map. Except she was on the bed instead of her makeshift markers.