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Fear had a bitter, metallic taste, almost like blood.

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It welled up in her throat, then spilled into her mouth until she couldn’t breathe around it.

Something was out there. Waiting. Watching. Something dark and terrifying. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t seem to make her arms and legs move. She was caught, she realized with horror.

Escape! She had to find a way to break free. Evil lurked just beyond her restraints.

“Please. Please no,” she whispered, then cried out just as the evil force reached out to pull her into the tight, suffocating embrace of death.

“Easy now. Everything’s all right.”

She shouldn’t have found his voice so soothing, any more than she should have found such comfort in his presence. Somehow she knew—as long as he was there, she was safe. No one could possibly touch her while Mason Keller was around to protect her….

The Interpreter

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