Hana saw a dark shape move across the ranch-slider window, distracting her and making her miss her mark with the bare fist which replaced the rolling pin. She saw the dark haired man leap the low wall outside, running down the slope to the street below.
The blond man continued to fight her, overpowering her delicate frame and forcing her body backwards against the bench. He bled from a cut on his temple. The knife freed itself from his sleeve and sliced through the cloth, giving Hana the opportunity to raise it and slam it into his shoulder. The handle slipped in her fingers and the blade sliced her across the palm. Hana’s scream contained pain and disappointment. She dropped the knife and it skittered away across the kitchen floor.
Hana saw the flash of fury in the man’s eyes and knew s
