He tilted his head, studying me like I wasn't even real. Shade's blood still stained his boots, dark and wet. The scent of liquor clung to him so thick it stung my throat and filled my nose.
He swayed forward, off-balance and reeking. "Maybe this time, I won't miss."
Then he lunged. "You always needed someone to put you in your place."
I scrambled back. My shoulder slammed into the dresser. The edge cut into my spine and I screamed. He grabbed my ankle and yanked. Hard. I hit the floor with all my weight, my hip cracking against the wood. I kicked wildly and caught something with my heel, but he didn't let go. He climbed over me. I screamed again.
He gripped my hair and yanked hard enough that pain burst through my scalp. "I bet you sound just like her when I'm in the back of your pr
