Chapter 5

The knife came down, and I pulled the pepper spray from my dress pocket.

Alistair was close enough that I barely had to aim.

He cried out when it hit his face, and the blade struck the bed beside my leg.

I rolled away and grabbed the chair by the dressing table.

He came after me with one hand over his eyes.

I swung the chair into his shoulder, knocking him against the bed.

When he tried to get up, I hit him again.

He fell back and lay still.

I kept hold of the chair until I was sure…