She'd done nothing to warrant this savage attack. Small white dots of light burst in front of her eyes. He yanked her head back with a hard tug, cutting off the rest of her thoughts. His face was hideous, all flat planes, sallow skin and dark, dirty beard. Gritting her teeth, Megan forced her gaze to stay on his face, if only to prove to herself she still had some control of the situation. She'd left Megan here in the safety of her private boudoir, out of sight and hidden from Cole Kincaid. Where was Mattie? The madam had promised to return shortly. She lifted the silent appeal to the God she'd counted on her whole life. Megan prayed for courage to face the next few minutes.
Yet to face her end in a brothel, the same one where her mother had died five years before, was simply unacceptable.įrozen in terror, she watched the knife's deadly point creep closer.
But as she stared at the knife inches from her throat, she feared her plans were about to change. Megan Goodwin had not intended to die today.
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