The second I saw the figure sitting in my chair, every survival instinct in my body snapped awake hard enough to drown out exhaustion completely.
I didn’t scream. I just attacked.
My hand closed around the knife hidden beside the kitchen counter automatically while adrenaline flooded through my veins and I launched myself across the apartment before the intruder could even stand properly.
The chair slammed backward violently while the man cursed and grabbed my wrist inches before the knife hit his throat.
“Well, that escalated fast.” He grunted.
I drove my knee toward his ribs anyway and he twisted sideways barely avoiding it while we crashed into the coffee table hard enough to crack wood beneath us and then suddenly a gun pressed against my side.
Everything stopped instantly
