"You touch this baby, Knox," I say. “And Locke will skin you alive while you're still breathing."
Knox laughs in my face, shoving my chin back so hard my neck clicks. "He has to find us first.”
Becca's eyes glow with an unhinged, predatory energy. The fragile, desperate woman has vanished, replaced by someone drunk on the immediate intoxication of my exposure. She steps in closer, her boots stopping inches from my bound feet. She reaches out, her fingers digging harshly into the fabric over my stomach.
I instantly snap my weight back, straining against the heavy plastic zip-ties, a low, guttural warning rising in my throat.
"Touch me again, you f*****g b***h, and I’ll tear your throat out with my teeth."
Becca flinches back at my raw, feral tone, but then her cruel smile only widens.
