… Or tries to…
… as I regain my hold of her hand, cutting the movement short, and as she lets fly, the key simply drops, clinking to the ground, then skittering along to settle a few feet away.
Releasing her, I dive for it, scrambling on all fours, groping to reach it. But now Juliana’s on me, kicking and screeching and snatching. Her long fake nails scrape down my face and with a jerk, she kicks for the key. I'm ahead of her, snagging my foot around hers to prevent the movement. But I can't shake her. She’s like a f*****g rat, or some blood-sucking leech, clinging, shrieking at me, hampering my movement.
“f**k you.” I heave and push, breaking loose of her, but she comes back at me, clawing and clutching. And this time, I slap her across the face, hard enough to knock her sidelong, to a
