Chapter 4
His chair scraped backward. "Who are you?"
"I'm the person you should have ignored."
I stood, gathering my manual and coffee. He moved with me.
"We're not done."
"Yes," I said. "We are."
He grabbed my left arm. Hard. Fingers clamped above my elbow.
The mess hall froze.
"Staff Sergeant Rodriguez," I said, looking at his hand, then at him, "you have three seconds to remove your hand."
"Or what?"
"Three."
A major stood halfway from her chair. "Rodriguez—"
"Two."
May you like
His grip tightened. He raised his voice for the whole room. "Remember, I'm a Navy SEAL."
"One."
