The pressure of the cold metal against Cambria's temple sent a jolt of adrenaline through her body, making her senses sharpen. She froze, trying to suppress the tremor of fear that threatened to betray her. Behind her, the sound of approaching vehicles, loud engines, screeching tires sent a wave of confusion through her. Was this rescue? Or the final trap Blackwood had set for her?
The man holding the gun wasn't someone she recognized. His face was masked in the shadow of his hood, but his stance steady, sure spoke of years of training. A mercenary, no doubt. And judging by the way his fingers gripped the weapon, he was far from a novice. She was in danger. She had always known the risks of crossing Blackwood, but now, with her life in the balance, everything she had fought for seemed on the verge of collapsing.
"Don't move," the man hissed in a low growl, his voice rough like gravel. "You think you've won, but you're just a pawn in a bigger game."
