CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
As Decker brought the flower pot down, Mackenzie lifted her leg and delivered as much strength as she could into a kick that landed squarely in the fork of his legs. His knees buckled and the pot went toppling to the patio. Mackenzie rolled to the right and dodged it, feeling yet more glass stick her exposed forearms and hands.
The pain wasn’t too bad, honestly, but it seemed to be everywhere. She was bleeding enough so that she could actually smell it.
Worry about where you’re hurt later, she told herself. For now, get this asshole under control.
Already, he was getting to his feet. The broken glass had done a number on him, too. His face was cut in four different places and a deep cut on the underside of his arm was dripping blood down to his hand and off of his f
