And it wasn't that she was afraid of him. No, she knew instinctively, even as she was shrouded in fear over what had already happened to her, that this man would not hurt her. But he was angry. Angry didn't even begin to describe what she saw in his eyes. And he absolutely looked capable of killing someone. She found herself not wanting to tell him, because she feared not him, but what he'd do.
"Josie, answer me," he said through his teeth. "Who. Did. This. To. You."
He wasn't going to allow her not to tell him. And though she didn't fear reprisal, she knew she absolutely had to obey him. He wouldn't allow her to duck the question. She firmly believed he'd stand here all night, do whatever it took to get what he wanted.
She closed her eyes and exhaled in a long, weary sigh, her shoulders sagging in defeat.
"Michael," she whispered, her voice so low she could barely hear it herself. Maybe she hadn't even really voiced it.
"Say that again?"
