<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Adalina_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adalina Tanning<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Tanning Farm<br/><strong>With:</strong>Trick Holloway<br/><hr/><br/>Her openly defiant ways had not served her too well. His words were ominous and they were confirmed when he rose to his feet after finishing the food and fished his gun back out of its holster. She swallowed noticeably when the order came, yet she still did not quite understand what he meant.<strong>“Over the table… what do you mean?” </strong>She rose to her feet almost instinctively, her hands clutching her chest as the barrel of the gun was pointed squarely in the center of her face.<br/><br/>Seconds passed as he stared right at the gun, not sure what to do next, her muscles all tightening to the point where she was as immobile as a statue. Sweat pearled on her forehead, but not from any heat. Seconds passed and seemed to last as long as days. Her entire body screamed for her to run away, but her eyes were transfixed by the threat of the gun. She knew instinctively that any sudden movement would leave her with a bullet in her head. Luke would find her corpse in the middle of their kitchen, not knowing what had happened to his wife.<br/>