At the sharp prodding of an attack in the small of her back, Samantha stepped into the cabin, hoping no one noticed the trembling of her legs. She flinched at the sound of the door closing behind her, like the solid thud of a cage door slamming shut.

She looked at the man who called himself Donovan Drake, seeking a measure of reassurance. The fury flaming in his dark eyes only served to strengthen her resolve. This man had to be her Dave. And he was in trouble, just as she had suspected.

The big man sitting in a wingback chair in the corner grinned at her. "Prime little bit...