To her utter and complete amazement, the blow fell hard and true as shockwaves of pain radiated across her tender jaw. Her head flew to the side as the arms holding her tightened their grip. Dazed, yet somehow still conscious, she gazed through the dark strands of hair that fell over her eyes. That’s not right, her muddled mind tried to tell her. A curtain of almost black hair, far shorter than her own blond locks, whipped away as she looked up into the bright angry eyes of her attacker. “A fair fight was never your strong suit Gregory. Why start now?” The voice that said the words was coming from her; she could feel the strong vibrato as the air left her lungs. But the voice was not hers. It was strong, deep and masculine.