"Let me go." She kicked back, aiming at his knees. "Ouch, dammit." She wriggled her foot. "What are you made of, rock?
"No, Zyrgin genes."
"Stop saying these strange things." She kicked and squirmed again but he was too strong. "I'm not going with you."
"Natalie is waiting to talk to you."
She stilled with her foot raised for a good kick. "What? Where is she?"
In the rush to get away from the reverend and to ditch John, she'd forgotten he knew her friend.
He put her down and, for one moment, she seriously considered trying to dive through the window.
"On the TC." He took her arm and steered her toward the living room.
"You don't have to hold me so tight," she told him. "I'm not going anywhere until I've talked to Natalie."
If Natalie really was on the TC, Julia had to talk to her. It seriously frightened her that John knew her. How long had he been stalking her?