Chapter 55
Victoria stripped off her gloves and drew out two of the gummy red cloths, her eyes on the guards now running toward her.
She heard every step and its echo, felt the pull of the air across the fabric in her hands.
Her own heartbeat sounded out time in her ears and throat.
Bertrand’s voice behind her faded into the background, no more important than the bricks in the buildings on either side.
He was only here to serve one purpose: to look bad in the eyes of her father.
The man who was here to look good in contrast stepped out of the shadows to her right just as the first guard lunged toward her.
The other guard turned at the solid thwack of Rob’s club meeting the man’s skull.
Too late.
Victoria darted forward, lifting her skirt to free her legs.
She tried to run around
