Her voice, when it came out was a stutter as she looked at him and asked," Wh... What are you doing here?"
Dale gave her a smile that chilled her to the bone, not saying a word.
Kimberlee's body jolted upright, her fight-or-flight instinct screaming at her. She scrambled to her feet, heart hammering against her ribs, but before she could take a single step away to move out Dale's hand shot out.
His fingers wrapped around her wrist—ironclad, unyielding. With a practiced ease, he pulled her back down into her seat. She barely had time to react before he leaned in, his voice quiet but carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken threats.
"Sit down, Kimberlee. You don't want to try and make a run for it. Trust me."
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. "Let me go—"
Dale only smiled. "You don't want to do that."
Panic flared in her chest, her eyes darting around the cabin. The air hostess—she had to call for her. If she made a scene, someone would help. Someone had to.
