On the very last day of the conference, the unthinkable happened.
Chloe escaped from the psychiatric ward.
Somehow, she found out I was back in town and managed to slip past security into the seminar.
I had just walked out of the restroom when a haggard woman with tangled hair burst from the shadows of the hallway.
"Nina Vance! Go to hell!" Chloe shrieked like a banshee. Holding a glass bottle high in the air, she violently hurled the liquid straight at my face.
A pungent chemical stench instantly filled the air.
It was sulfuric acid!
She was too close. So I had absolutely no time to dodge. All I could do was shut my eyes in sheer desperation.
In that split second, a figure lunged from the side, tackling me into a fierce embrace. He shielded me completely, using his own back
