CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
Had the coffee been freshly brewed and piping hot, Kate would have been in much worse shape. As it was, she was more concerned with her back. She’d hit the edge of the island hard and something back there was going numb. Meanwhile, Daryl had her pinned to the floor, a knee in her stomach and both of his hands on her shoulders.
“I wish I had the knife I killed those bitches with,” Daryl said. “I’d slit you open right here, right now. And it would be a shame because you’re not like them. They deserved it, you know?”
Good, she thought. This i***t is going to brag on himself. He’s strong and easily overpowers me, but the longer he keeps me here, in this position, the better chance I have of escaping.
“It wasn’t a mistake that I started with Julie. She’s a…well, she was
