Jenna's fingers tightened around the twins' small hands.
For a moment, the world went completely silent.
All she could hear was the roaring in her ears.
The man sitting in the SUV watched her calmly, one arm resting against the window frame. His gaze was sharp, steady… and far too knowing.
De Warden.
Her throat went dry.
In her previous life, she had never seen him this up close, only from afar, during death matches. He'd sit on a very high platform, either wearing a thick fur coat or military gear, like a god looking down on peasants.
Nothing interested him.
Unlike his men who loved women, this man didn't care about the female gender. He only saw them as equals to men. What a man could do, a woman should be able to do the same, otherwise, she had no place in his territory.
The image of her getting fed to his hounds once again erupted in her mind like a curse.
It was a hot afternoon.
