Jordan lunged. She wasn’t a fighter, but fear gave her strength. She clawed at him, nails raking across his cheek, hands shoving at his chest. He stumbled a half-step back, surprised, before his hand shot out and closed around her throat. Her breath cut off instantly. She gagged, kicking against him, clawing at his grip. Brian’s face twisted into a mask of fury, the calm veneer gone. “Just like her,” he snarled. “Ungrateful. Weak. Always fighting me.” Jordan’s vision swam. Black dots crowded her eyes. But she forced herself to keep struggling, thrashing with everything she had. Her hand flailed against the wall, against the gun case. She slammed her palm against it, fingers fumbling for the latch. Locked. Her throat burned. Her lungs screamed for air.Brian slammed her against the steel wall, her skull cracking against it with a sickening thud. Pain shot through her body. She collapsed to the floor, coughing, dragging air into her bruised windpipe.He stood over her, shadow enormous, breath heaving. The blood from her scratches ran down his cheek in red lines, and his smile returned — wider, crueller. “You’re not going anywhere, Jordan,” he hissed. “Not this time.”