Chapter 81: Did He Lay Hands on You?
(Olivia's POV)
My mind screamed with alarm as Graham lunged toward me, his eyes wild with desperation. He grabbed my wrist with bruising force, trying to drag me into my apartment.
"You're coming with me," he snarled.
I clung desperately to the door frame. Once inside, escape would be impossible.
"Help!" I screamed. "Someone help me!"
Graham's hand clamped over my mouth, silencing my cries. His lips crashed against mine in a brutal kiss that made my stomach turn.
I struggled wildly, my hand searching the entryway table. My fingers closed around something cold and sharp - my grandmother's silver letter opener.
Without hesitation, I drove it into Graham's arm. He hissed and recoiled, the silver burning his flesh.
Ranger came charging out, barking
