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Someone heard me scream.
Thank God.
“Call 911,” a man’s voice ordered through what sounded like a struggle.
Oh, thankGod.
Someone heard me scream.
I was getting blood everywhere, all over my dress, the floor, my bag, my phone, but I managed to get it out and call emergency.
I told them where I was, what was happening, who I was, and then I heard Hudson say, “Open the door, Elsa. You’re safe.”
I opened the door.
He took one look at me and muttered, “Jesus.” He then took my phone, which was still connected to emergency, put it to his ear and said, “Send an ambulance. She’s been cut.”
After that, he threw my phone in the sink and led me out of the stall.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you I was coming up here. I should have told you I was coming up here,” I babbled to him.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry. It’s okay,” he said, drawing me toward the door, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, multitasking, taking in the cuts to my hand and arm.
I looked over my shoulder and saw a tall, dark, aggressively handsome man I’d never seen before standing over the woman. The bloody knife was on the floor. It looked like she’d been bound in some way, her hands behind her back, her ass to the floor.
She was glaring at me with such hate, my stomach bottomed out.
Hudson led me out and next door to the men’s room where he took me to the basin.
I was glad he didn’t try to see to this with her close. I needed to be away from her. I needed space and doors and people between us.
Still, I started shaking.
“Okay, you’re safe, Elsa. Breathe. Stick with me,” Hudson said. “Fuckingfuck,” he bit off as he ran a gentle stream of water over my hand, then, “It’s good. The cops are on their way. I need you to keep it tight just for a little while. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said unsteadily.
“We knew it was her. Vaughan followed her here,” he shared. “We didn’t know she had a knife. She lost us when she got here. It was a fuckup,” he admitted.
“It’s okay.”
“Not sure Hale is gonna think of it that way,” he mumbled.
No. Hale wasn’t going to think of it that way.
He’d pulled out some paper towels, dropping the first few to the counter, the rest he was using to put pressure on both cuts.
“You need to sit down?” he asked.
I totally did.
I nodded.
“Hold those,” he ordered.
I held the towels, and he put his hands to my waist and lifted me on the counter.
Then he went back to the towels.
