The Stowaway

FRIEND OR FOE?

Isabel took a step toward the door, then Adam grabbed her arm.

"I don't have time for this," she muttered. She tried to pull her arm away, but Adam tightened his grip, digging his fingers into her bare skin.

And then they were connected. But it wasn't like any connection she'd ever experienced. This was a violation. The images were being ripped from her mind.

She tried to scream, but the muscles in her throat contracted, as if they'd been squeezed by a hand jammed down her mouth.

A flood of images pounded into Isabel. Too many. Too much. Blasting her raw brain.

She opened her lips again. "Michael." She forced the word through her bruised throat. "Michael, help. Please…"

[ Version History]

1.0 – scanned, formatted, and spell-checked from mass-market paperback.

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