She couldn't run; he'd just overpower her. She couldn't scream; he'd just silence her. She couldn't call for Shane; it would give him away to this man who looked at her with eyes that were too smart and too clear. She couldn't call Daniel; he wasn't in any shape to help her. She couldn't call Vlad; she'd never ask him for any favors again.
She turned on her heel toward the living room, slamming her bowl of Pad Thai as she went and sending the mess flying in the kitchen, and she ran to what she assumed to be the guest room, locking the door and sliding back against it, her breath hitching with tears and fear.