Chapter Twenty-Seven
Truth
The Ripper attacked without warning. One moment there was no one in front of her, and the next second he jumped her from out of the dark, slamming her between the alcove and the wall. In the press of bodies he couldn"t use the dagger to inflict any injuries as they struggled.
Fasha was caught up in his cloak, unable to break free. Jerking her hands upward, her talons shredded the fabric. The material parted like wet cheese. Baring her mouth of needle-like teeth, she growled at him. The Ripper hissed, his red eyes glowing drops of blood.
She swung at him, aiming for the neck and upper shoulder. The Ripper ducked, avoiding the decapitating blow, but her nails caught his ear and temple. She felt herself slicing through flesh and hair. The scent of fresh blood f
