He tried to wrench his arms free a few more times, but she refused to yield. Finally, unable to escape, he seemed to accept his defeat, letting all the tension drain from his arms. The gaze he leveled at her was unnervingly clear. There was no surprise, no bewilderment, and certainly no guilt. Only a profound calm. “You’re not letting go?” he asked. “Of course not!” “Why?” What is wrong with this person? “Put yourself in my shoes. If I had attacked you, would you let me go?”