Chapter Fifty-Nine
‘Last chance, Gypsy,’ Denton said. He grasped a chunk of marble. ‘If I don’t kill you, the reinforcements certainly will.’
Sophia didn’t think of getting back onto her feet. That would happen naturally, when the time was right. Instead, she lay there and thought of cupcakes.
‘That’s stupid! You don’t use espresso frosting on pumpkin cupcakes!’ Denton yelled.
He brought the chunk of marble down on Sophia’s skull. She slid fractionally to one side and fractionally inward. Her arm brushed his, knocked the chunk off trajectory. It missed her. She brought her hand down, palm striking his kneecap. His leg straightened out and he hyperextended.
Dry cupcakes. Burnt cupcakes. The icing was too watery on that one.
Denton shook his head, dizzied by her thoughts.
She brought
