He nodded as he could imagine that's what it sounded like. "But that's not what happened," he said quietly.
"No! I pulled the blanket over my head and jumped every time a gun went off. I almost peed myself. I was so scared!" She looked at him with wide eyes. "Then it was over, and you were talking calmly to me like nothing had happened. You weren't even breathing hard, and they were all dead."
He shook his head as it was important to him. "One lived."
She just looked at him as they drove through the countryside. She didn't know this man, yet he'd beaten up men trying to r**e her. He'd taken her with him on a trip he hadn't wanted to share. He'd paid for her expenses to dress and feed her, and now, he'd killed for her. She didn't know how to react. He didn't look like he was expecting an
