Elara’s POV
Andrew lumbered toward me, lunging like a bear.
I moved before I could think—a messy roll to the side, barely dodging him. His heavy body slammed into the display stand with a dull thud.
A chance!
I shoved my hand into my pocket, frantically feeling for my phone. I hoped Kael was done with his mom and could pick up. But just as my fingertips brushed the cold metal, Andrew spun around. He looked pissed that his prey had escaped. He swung a heavy hand and smacked my wrist.
Smack!
Pain shot up my arm. The phone flew out of my hand, sailed through the air, and landed on the carpet across the room, sliding right under a display case. Too far. Even if I could reach it, I didn't have time to crawl over there.
I stumbled backward, step by step, until my spine hit the cold wall.
