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He was stronger than she thought. Far stronger. She’d heard stories of people who’d found superhuman strength when faced with a battle they absolutely had to win. Deep, primal urges were real, and they were strong.
She tried to put an arm around his neck and get him into a headlock, but she couldn’t reach quickly enough. Smallwood pushed back, catching her off balance and sending her backwards, her spine crashing into the edge of the kitchen work surface.
She shouldn’t have thrown herself at him. She should have kept him calm, kept him quiet, kept him talking until backup arrived. There were always plenty of things she should have done but didn’t. It was the story of her life.
Now the challenge was to keep him at bay, fend him off and restrain him until the firearms officers turned
