“Wh-wh—“ Victoria tried to say, “What are you doing?” but the words would not come. Fear had seized her and would not let go. I am going to die, her brain recited calmly. I am going to be stabbed until… — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“Ramsay gave the contents a single sniff then took a tentative swallow. His reluctance reminded Victoria of when she tried to convince her cousin’s toddler to try new foods at the dinner table. After his first taste, he stared at… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
