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Authors: Molle McGregor
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stranger stood opposite her, facing Glenn.
Hannah moved in silence, a war cry echoing in her head. Surging to her feet, she dove for Glenn, ready to sink his own blade deep into his flesh. With eerie fluidity, he turned before she could strike. His free hand closed around her arm. Using her forward movement against her, Glenn spun Hannah around in front of him and dragged her close, her back flush to his chest, his arm tight to her throat. Pinned. She was too enraged to be afraid.
Glenn’s long blade pressed to the soft skin beneath her chin. She’d felt that sharp pressure too many times to let it paralyze her. In her right hand, somehow unnoticed by Glenn, she still held her knife. Maybe he hadn’t seen it. Maybe he thought her too weak to use it. It didn’t matter. Hannah was prepared to die right there if that was what it would take. She just needed to draw blood of her own before she went.
With a jerk, she raised her right arm to the side. Shock washed over the stranger’s face, chasing away the fear that had flashed in his eyes when he’d seen Glenn’s knife at her throat. His eyes widened as Glenn’s knife cut into the soft skin of her chin. Hannah ignored the blood dripping down her neck, Glenn’s arm across her throat. Ignored everything but the weight of the knife in her hand.
Determination a white hot flame in her heart, Hannah drove her blade in an angle behind her back, sinking it to the hilt in Glenn’s soft stomach. His knife slipped from her neck. Before he could shift too far away, Hannah ripped her knife as high as she could, slicing Glenn from gut to chest. Blood flooded from his body in a wet, hot rush, soaking her to the skin. Part of her, the part that was still an eager psychology student, recoiled in disgust. She’d stabbed someone. With a knife. Torn him open. The rest of her—the trapped, tortured victim—erupted with joy at the sight of her enemy’s blood pooling on the floor. She stepped away, putting space between herself and both men.
The stranger shot her an angry look as he moved forward. He drew an odd, dart-shaped thing from his pocket and drove the long, sharp tip into Glenn’s chest. A sucking rush of sound filled the room. Glenn’s body dropped to the floor, his skin draining of color. He looked like a wax model of himself. The stranger turned to face her. She couldn’t help raising the knife in his direction. Now that Glenn was out of the picture, the man in front of her was the biggest threat.
His hands rose before him, palms out. He might have looked less threatening if he hadn’t had a bloody knife tucked into one of those palms. On the other hand, she had her own bloody knife. Not that being armed made them even. This man was about twice her size. When he spoke, his voice radiated calm.
“You can keep the knife. But we need to get moving, so I’d at least wash off the blood. Do you have any clean clothes?”
With a start at the odd comments, Hannah looked down at herself. Blood coated her from her shoulders to her ankles. The knife was the least of it. The stranger opened the door of the room and yelled down the stairs. She heard a voice echo back.
“We’re almost clear to go,” he said to her. “If you can, get cleaned up fast.”
Hannah nodded. She wanted out of this house. She’d worry about where they were going later. Opening her mouth to speak, a blast of sharp pain convinced her to wait. The stranger saw her flinch.
“Broken jaw?” he asked. She nodded. He scowled, eyes grim. “Get dressed. We’ll get you out of here.”
Hannah searched the room for her bag. It lay a few feet away, just beneath the edge of the bed. She grabbed it and headed for the bathroom. Holding up her finger to indicate she’d be a minute, Hannah entered the tiny bathroom and locked the door behind her. Not that the lock would do her much good if the stranger wanted in.
Bracing herself against the pain of moving too fast, she turned on the shower, stripped off her
Hannah moved in silence, a war cry echoing in her head. Surging to her feet, she dove for Glenn, ready to sink his own blade deep into his flesh. With eerie fluidity, he turned before she could strike. His free hand closed around her arm. Using her forward movement against her, Glenn spun Hannah around in front of him and dragged her close, her back flush to his chest, his arm tight to her throat. Pinned. She was too enraged to be afraid.
Glenn’s long blade pressed to the soft skin beneath her chin. She’d felt that sharp pressure too many times to let it paralyze her. In her right hand, somehow unnoticed by Glenn, she still held her knife. Maybe he hadn’t seen it. Maybe he thought her too weak to use it. It didn’t matter. Hannah was prepared to die right there if that was what it would take. She just needed to draw blood of her own before she went.
With a jerk, she raised her right arm to the side. Shock washed over the stranger’s face, chasing away the fear that had flashed in his eyes when he’d seen Glenn’s knife at her throat. His eyes widened as Glenn’s knife cut into the soft skin of her chin. Hannah ignored the blood dripping down her neck, Glenn’s arm across her throat. Ignored everything but the weight of the knife in her hand.
Determination a white hot flame in her heart, Hannah drove her blade in an angle behind her back, sinking it to the hilt in Glenn’s soft stomach. His knife slipped from her neck. Before he could shift too far away, Hannah ripped her knife as high as she could, slicing Glenn from gut to chest. Blood flooded from his body in a wet, hot rush, soaking her to the skin. Part of her, the part that was still an eager psychology student, recoiled in disgust. She’d stabbed someone. With a knife. Torn him open. The rest of her—the trapped, tortured victim—erupted with joy at the sight of her enemy’s blood pooling on the floor. She stepped away, putting space between herself and both men.
The stranger shot her an angry look as he moved forward. He drew an odd, dart-shaped thing from his pocket and drove the long, sharp tip into Glenn’s chest. A sucking rush of sound filled the room. Glenn’s body dropped to the floor, his skin draining of color. He looked like a wax model of himself. The stranger turned to face her. She couldn’t help raising the knife in his direction. Now that Glenn was out of the picture, the man in front of her was the biggest threat.
His hands rose before him, palms out. He might have looked less threatening if he hadn’t had a bloody knife tucked into one of those palms. On the other hand, she had her own bloody knife. Not that being armed made them even. This man was about twice her size. When he spoke, his voice radiated calm.
“You can keep the knife. But we need to get moving, so I’d at least wash off the blood. Do you have any clean clothes?”
With a start at the odd comments, Hannah looked down at herself. Blood coated her from her shoulders to her ankles. The knife was the least of it. The stranger opened the door of the room and yelled down the stairs. She heard a voice echo back.
“We’re almost clear to go,” he said to her. “If you can, get cleaned up fast.”
Hannah nodded. She wanted out of this house. She’d worry about where they were going later. Opening her mouth to speak, a blast of sharp pain convinced her to wait. The stranger saw her flinch.
“Broken jaw?” he asked. She nodded. He scowled, eyes grim. “Get dressed. We’ll get you out of here.”
Hannah searched the room for her bag. It lay a few feet away, just beneath the edge of the bed. She grabbed it and headed for the bathroom. Holding up her finger to indicate she’d be a minute, Hannah entered the tiny bathroom and locked the door behind her. Not that the lock would do her much good if the stranger wanted in.
Bracing herself against the pain of moving too fast, she turned on the shower, stripped off her
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