“Fine,” I reply carefully. “I’ll put her down.”
“Just hand her to me.”
“I’m not coming anywhere near you,” I snap.
I place Evie on the softest patch of earth I can find. She stirs a little and I pray she doesn’t come toyet.
As I straighten up, I’m keenly aware of the gun hidden behind my back.
I can’t afford to hesitate.
I can’t afford to make a mistake.
“Now get out of my f*****g way,” he snarls at me.
He clearly doesn’t see me as a threat.
He thinks I’m weak. Helpless. Terrified.
So many men have made that assumption in the past. This one’s going to pay for it.
His eyes are bright with victory. He thinks he’s won. He thinks he’s safe. He thinks he’s got his ticketto safety secured.
I don’t even think he notices that the fighting has stopped. Silence has slipped back over the
