The liquor bottle lay just beyond her grasp. In a desperate flash, she remembered the metal shark clip holding her hair.
With lightning reflexes, she tore it free and drove the pointed tip straight into Seth's face.
The hairpin sliced his cheek. "Aaargh!" He recoiled, hands flying to the wound.
Joanne seized her chance - shoving him back and bolting from the couch.
Her fingertips brushed the door handle when an iron grip yanked her backward.
Fury contorted Seth's features. The slap cracked like thunder, leaving her seeing stars. "You had your chance to cooperate," he growled. "Now you'll learn the hard way."
As he grabbed for her chest, Joanne twisted away. He spread his arms like an eagle snatching prey.
Enough. She drove her pointed stiletto upward - the razor-sharp toe meeting it
