CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Stop right there!” Alexa ordered.
Nathaniel White ignored her. He was already halfway out the window. Alexa had no idea if there was a sheer drop or a rooftop on the other side of that window. It didn’t matter. This guy wasn’t getting away.
Alexa grabbed him by the belt, braced one foot against the wall, and hauled him back inside, his head banging against the window.
“Ow! You b***h!”
Nathaniel swung around, his elbow connecting with Alexa’s jaw.
She stumbled, the small of her back jamming against the sink.
Nathaniel White stood at least six two, with a glowering face, a scar down one cheek, and muscles everywhere.
A meaty fist swung at Alexa’s face.
She dodged just in time so that his fist missed her by less than an inch and smashed into the mirror behind her.
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