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Drake lifted the metal tin from the ground and removed the syringe.
I forced my body to stay very,verystill. Dead girl still.
A slow, steady breath passed between my lips, and as he rolled off his backside to his knees, arm outstretched, I came back to life.
I pushed myself up from the ground and grabbed his wrist, pulling hard to bring him off balance.
He jerked forward, and my grip slackened as dark spots crowded my vision, trying to keep me down. I dodged a strike from him on a fluke and staggered back, almost slipping on the wet floor.
“So fucking crafty,” he growled through gritted teeth as he lunged at me, lifting his right hand high.
I let the backhand connect with my face to focus all my energy on ripping the syringe from his other hand. I grunted when his knuckles knocked across my cheekbone and the piercing tip of the needle went straight through my hand.
I blinked rapidly, seeing the pointy end through the backside of my palm, a perfect teardrop of bad medicine hanging there, about to fall.
My mouth opened.
Drake paused.
Before I could think, I closed my hand around the syringe, the needle through my hand feeling so disgustingly foreign as my muscles and tendons worked around it.
I screeched as I ripped it away from him, my fingers slipping on the plunger, accidentally spewing all the sedative over my bare chest.
Fuck.
My heart lurched in my chest, feeling like it might give out at any second. The lingering sedative and adrenaline in my veins didnotwant to play nice together.
I shook my head fiercely, the useless syringe in my hand forgotten as I attacked, throwing myself at Drake with claws and venom. Ready to use teeth if I needed to.
I landed a hit to his jaw, and he grunted, deftly avoiding my next blow and delivering one of his own.
The fist in my stomach pushed all the air from my lungs, and I couldn’t get air back into them fast enough, choking as stars danced with the dark spots in my eyes. As the taste of blood coated the back of my tongue.
His elbow jabbed hard into my kidneys, and I went down hard, gasping against the concrete.
“Someone needs to be taught a lesson.”
A booted foot connected with my middle, and I hunched in, coughing as a cramping pain spread and vomit joined the blood in my mouth. He kicked me again, lower, below where my arms protected the soft flesh of my belly. The sharp pain in my cervix erased all other pain, and I bit my teeth together against a scream he didn’t deserve.
“Had enough?”
“That all you got?”
He kicked me again and again. Until I couldn’t breathe. Until it felt like my insides were liquified. But the pain reminded me I was still alive. And as long as I was, I could kill him.
Blood splattered from my mouth onto the cement on his next kick, and he stopped. I rolled onto my back, barely conscious, a hand over my broken, beaten, bleeding body.
I coughed, finding his face through the heavy curtain of unconsciousness snaking its way over my eyes.
Drake’s body heaved with each breath he took, the bite of insanity in his eyes clear even in my state. But the lines in his forehead told me he didn’t mean to take it this far. That poisonous stare roamed my body, angry, as though I’d done this to myself.
I smiled up at him, but my face twitched, not cooperating with my command. “Didn’t think—”
My words were choked off when a sharp, stabbing pain stabbed into my belly and I groaned, a blanket of white searing through my eyes.
I thought he’d stabbed me, but when I blinked through the brightness, I found him still standing there, staring down at me with something like worry.
He knelt, reaching a hand toward my middle.
