“If you leave now, maybe my husband won’t kill you.”
Vander laughs as he takes another step toward me. “Your husband will wish he was dead soon enough.”
“Get the hell out.”
“You’re becoming repetitious, Katerina. I’m calling the shots here. You don’t understand yet.” Another step. “But you will soon.”
One more step, and he’s finally within range. I swing the stool at his head with everything I’ve got.
Vander throws up an arm and roars, ducking and charging at me.
I make contact with something and he grunts, but his lunge is far more powerful.
My feet slide out from under me, and together we go flying toward the floor. Pain shoots from my tailbone, back, and elbows, and I suck in a breath.
Vander recovers first, scrambling on top of me, pinning me to the tile. “You’re going to pay for that, bitch.”
Fear claws at my lungs as he rises above me, bringing the back of his hand down on my cheekbone. Hot, blinding pain rocks my face, and tears form instantly, trickling down.
“Don’t try me again.”
The evil stamped in his every feature makes my skin crawl with terror. With a buck of my hips, I roll, desperate to get him off me, but Vander’s weight is too much.
“Feisty little bitch.”
On my belly on the bathroom floor, I reach for anything I can get my hands on to use as a weapon. I snag the rug and whip it behind me.
Vander releases a low grunt before burying his fingers in my hair and yanking my head back. His other forearm comes under my chin, and my air supply is moments from being cut off.
I use my last full breath to scream.
“Dane! Help!”
Chapter 26
Dane
Something isn’t right.I can hold my liquor. I only had two drinks.My steps are uneven, and my limbs are taking on weight that isn’t there.
I shove my hand into the pocket of my shorts, searching for my phone.But I don’t fucking have it.
With each moment that passes, whatever I’ve been drugged with affects another part of my body. I’ve only got a few minutes, at best, before I lose consciousness.
Have to get to the room.
Have to get to Kat.
Can’t leave her unprotected.
Who would go through this much trouble to take me out? The list of possibilities is longer than I want to admit.
I take another step and my legs shake, threatening to collapse.
I’m not going to make it to the room.
Grabbing a palm tree, I steady myself and take a deep breath.
Have to get to Kat.