A Calculated Invitation

Zara

The hand closed around my arm and I did everything wrong. I dropped my bag, spun around, and made a sound that was embarrassingly close to a squeak before I could stop myself.

My back hit the wall and I pressed against it like the wall was going to do something useful and I stared into the dark of the foyer trying to make out a face.

I could not make out a face, there was no face, just a figu