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My heart pounded deafeningly in my ears. Heat scorched my face as I tried to draw a breath that wouldn’t come.
I scratched at Mikey, shoving, but he was too heavy and strong to push off.
Don’t you dare give up, Sloane. Think!
I closed my eyes and stopped fighting.
Mikey paused for a moment. Long enough for me to wriggle my knee free and ram it as hard as I could into his groin.
Ha! Take that, asshole!
He grunted and pitched forward on top of me. His weight crushed me.
I hooked my foot over his legs, lifted my hips, and rolled so I was straddling him instead. I balled a fist and punched him in the nose.
Pain exploded in my hand, but I squeezed my fist tighter and hit him again. His nose crunched. Or maybe it was my hand. It was a sickening crack that seemed to echo through the room.
Mikey grunted. Blood gushed from his nose. He bucked up, throwing me off him.
I fell on my side and scrambled away, but he caught my foot and dragged me backward.
The tray with the food was only a few feet away. I stretched. My fingers skimmed the leg of it, just as he tugged me back farther.
I kicked at him with my free foot and connected with his jaw. He released me for a second, giving me enough time to scamper back toward the tray again before he latched back on.
I grasped the leg of the tray and used everything I had to launch it backwards toward him. It toppled to the floor with clangs and cracks. I grasped a piece of a broken bowl and gripped it in my hand so tightly that it dug into my skin.
Blood coated my palm, but I didn’t release it. I turned and jabbed the other end into his hand.
He howled. His hand partially shifted into his wolf’s claw.
I screamed and scooted back just in time to miss his first swipe. Partial shifts were common for enforcers. I’d never been taught, but now might be a freaking good time to learn how.
I shook my hand and pictured my wolf’s paw. Nothing happened.
Of course not.
Mikey reached out for me, grasping for my ankle. He swung his clawed paw at me, too.
I scooted on my butt across the room until I collided with the wall. To my right was a dresser, and the perpendicular wall was only a few feet away. There was nowhere for me to go. I was boxed in.
Great job, Sloane!
I used the wall to pull myself to my feet and kicked at Mikey when he crept closer. He grinned, looking at me like I was his prey and he was just waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
Lincoln. Please. Where are you?
I darted my gaze around the room. There was a bookend on the dresser. I leaped for it.
Mikey growled and launched toward me. I screamed as I crashed into the dresser, narrowly missing him. The dresser moved, scraping against the floor and making me stumble.
I shot my arm across the top of it, toppling books and the bookends over.
Mikey shook his head as he angled himself toward me so I was really boxed in between the wall and the dresser.
Crap. Now what?
Movement out of the corner of my eye drew my attention away from Mikey. Willa had grabbed the lamp and was limping toward him with it in her hands.
