Into the Fire - Anne Stuart
She stayed in the shadows, silent, motionless, horrified. He saw her anyway, his head jerking up as he peered into the darkness.
“Who’s there?”
He wasn’t alone. The small figure of a man stood in the doorway, blocking the light from spreading out onto the little tableau. The man on the ground was groaning, cursing, but smart enough not to move. And Jamie wondered if she had time to run.
She wasn’t going to run, she reminded herself. She had a bad habit of running from trouble, and this ...