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The footsteps drew nearer…

Sweat beaded her brow as her fingers gripped the sheets. Inching to the edge of the bed, she rolled onto the floor and crawled away.

A hand grabbed her ankle.

As she flailed her arms, her hand touched fabric, a knit cap she ripped off. In the moonlight she saw his face.

“You saw me. Now I have to kill you.” He yanked her hair and she screamed as pain shot through her. Who was this man? Diego had said something about switching cabins before she got here. Had this man come for Diego?

His hand clamped her throat, cutting off her air. As the room spun, she heard a thud and then the pressure released. She hit the floor, gasping. Strong arms lifted her and pushed her out the window. Diego.

Outside, he tugged her hand. “Run. Hurry.”

Shaking, she struggled to speak. “What…is going on here?”

“I don’t know.”

But she knew. She’d stepped into a nightmare…and if her assailant had his way, she wouldn’t live to wake up.