Six sentences from another one of my Revolutionary War stories. I’m probably going to pull this one out later this year and see if it’s salvageable. From GABRIEL’S SIN:
She jammed an elbow backwards. It connected with a wall of muscle at her back, too close for the blow to make an impact.
A second hand pressed flat against the glass next to her head. Warm breath grazed the back of her neck. She was trapped.
“I thought I told you we were playing by my rules.”