She had no idea where he'd come from, but his presence was at once reassuring and frightening. He was tall and handsome. Handsome, not in the traditional sense, but in a rugged Eastern European way. He was dressed to the nines, if she wasn't too young to make that observation. Strange, here, someone dressed as well as he, staring back at a hungry wolf and protecting her. But something in his eyes suggested he was just as hungry as the wolf. And despite the obvious gravity of her situation, she couldn't help but chuckle at her inner Duran Duran turn of a phrase.

"Get up, or I will let him have his way with you." It was the last thing she'd ever hear him say.