Sh*t. The cold prickling over Mathena’s skin wasn’t from the temperature; it was from the killer. And she had waltzed into his arms as if she didn’t have any more sense than a freaking child.
Mathena was shocked for a split second, but then she was thrown into action when the killer kicked the door shut and tried to pull her into the dark room.
Calling upon her waning vigor, Mathena pretended to collapse in her attacker’s arms, pulling them far enough downward so that when she suddenly slammed her head backward, she managed to hit him flush in the face.
There was an inaudible curse, but the arms holding her captive didn’t loosen. In fact, they tightened with brutal force, hiking her closer as the heavy body-slammed her to the carpeted floor, landing on top of her and knocking the air fr
