“Dinnae move, lass,” came a gruff voice against her ear.
She was dragged backward with a knife to her throat. Worried about the others, she struggled to see through the driving snow.
Was Brighid all right?
Torin?
Aaron?
Suddenly, a grunt resounded behind her, and the man holding her vanished. Losing her balance, she stumbled back before she fell and hit her head.
She blinked, trying to see clearly, but everything grew blurry then dimmed.
Moments later, all swirled away, and darkness consumed her.
