Ihave not come to harm voice was low, almost hypnotic. That was it. He lured his victims into a trance with his golden eyes and honeyed tone. Shanna shook her head. She could fight this. She would not give in. He frowned. "You are being difficult." "You better believe it." She fumbled in her purse and whipped out her .32 caliber Beretta Tomcat. "Surprise, sucker." No shock or fear registered on his rugged face, only a slight hint of irritation. "Madam, the weapon is unnecessary." He took a step toward her. .