Chapter Twenty Eight

His hands, gloved and unrelenting, clamped tighter around her throat. Mira slammed her fists down onto his forearms, praying she could break his hold, but the impact only incited him and he growled, shuffling sideways until he banged her head back against the glass window.

Scrambling for a way out of this, Mira tried desperately to visualize the room. Were there any objects nearby she could use as a weapon? Soon her thinking became murky, as she struggled for air that was

no longer reaching her lungs.

Refusing to give up and sensing where his feet were planted, where his legs held firm and met at the apex between his legs, she kneed him hard, driving her leg up and screaming.

It was a good hit and he keeled over, releasing her, and she sprinted, rushing and tripping around the coffee table then the sofa chair as she made her frantic way to the bedroom.

She could feel him on her heels, but just as she crossed the threshold and grabbed the edge of the open door to slam it shut, he caug