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I can’t escape him.
“You’re just not worth the headache,” he tells me.
The salty tears that were stinging the cuts in my face seem to have stopped. Maybe because I’m accepting my fate.
He crouches above me and runs his hand across my wet face. Blood, sweat, snot, tears. “I don’t think we’re meant to be.”
He stands up and I watch him lift his foot. Is this how he’s going to end me? Stomping on me repeatedly until my body gives up?
I barely brace myself for the first hit. But instead of that, the front door opens so hard it slams against the wall.
He startles and takes a step back, his eyes going to the door. My head falls to the side, and I watch Rose walk in.
The Goddess of Death has entered.
Darkness engulfs the house. Fury and vengeance hug her like she created them herself.
And yet, she is the calmest I’ve ever seen her. Determination and finality. That’s all.
It happens so fast, but I see it in slow motion. As if the reaper has come to rescue me and I can only watch passively.
I watch her eyes latch onto the heavy crystal vase on the stand by the door. Her fingers wrap around it.
One, two, three long steps, and the vase crashes against the back of Conor’s head. It happened way too quickly for him to react, and as soon as he stumbles forward, I roll away.
He falls unconscious onto the floor and everything becomes real again.
The ringing in my ears, the headache. The pain on the side of my face, in my lips. My back, my ribs. Everything hurts.
“Oh my god,” Rose whispers when she sees me. “Sunshine…”
She drops to her knees by my side, her hands hovering over me, not sure where to touch me.
“It’s okay, baby,” she reassures me. “You’re going to be okay.”
She puts a hand around my waist and slides one under my back. I groan in pain as she lifts me close to her. She falls back on her haunches and rests my upper body on her lap.
I sob, tears running down my face again, mixing with the blood. She’s got her back to Conor’s unconscious body, and it means I can’t see him, which really helps right now.
“Ssh,” she runs a hand in my hair and pulls the matted mess away from my face. “It’s okay now. I got you. I’m gonna get you to the hospital. He’s never going to touch you again.”
I know what’s going on in her head right now. She wants to get me out of here so she can come back and kill him herself. And right now, I don’t even want to stop her.
“It hurts,” I sob.
“Let’s get you up and to the car,” she tells me softly. “You need medical attention.”
I nod, sniffling and trying my best not to fall unconscious from the pain. She drops her lips to my forehead.
“I’m sorry,” she tells me, her breath warm even against my feverish skin. “I should have done something earlier.”
“I told you not to.” She can’t blame herself for this.
“And I should have been my stubborn self and not listened. I should have gotten you out of this as soon as I found out.”
“Aw,” Conor’s voice rings out, startling us. I feel Rose’s heart kicking against her chest, beating hard from the fear. “The reunion of the dykes.”
Rose doesn’t get to defend herself. The second she turns around, his punch knocks her back. Her grunt from the pain is short as she falls backward on the floor.
