Chapter 4
Brooklyn shoved the last of her things in her bag and walked through the locker room, making sure everyone was gone. She locked the door and checked her surroundings. She hadn’t taken years of defense classes for nothing. She knew how to do it. Keep alert, look around, be ready. Her bag was already slung across her body, and her keys were in her hand. Her other hand was a fist.
She should have heard him. Later, she’d analyze that moment again and again. But when the hand suddenly clamped down over her mouth, it took her completely by surprise. She reacted out of instinct.
The hand closed down, she felt an instant of shock, then her elbow came back into the soft flesh of her attacker’s stomach. There was a grunt of pain. She stomped hard on the first foot she saw, and grabbed t
