The man advanced. “You’ll do. I just want pussy.”
All my anger and pain twisted inside me, sitting up like a hunting dog. Now it found a target. With a practiced flick of my wrist, I tossed my knife. It sliced into his chest. The second one hit him in the neck.
He let out a startled sound and stumbled back.
I advanced. My punch bent him over with a wheeze and my front kick sent him sprawling on the ground.
“How’s it feel to be hunted?” I leaned over him. “This time,you’rethe prey.”
He glared up at me. “I’m going to fuck you up, lady.”
I gave a harsh laugh. “You’re not the most dangerous person here.” I pulled out another knife.
I saw a flash of fear in his eyes. Yes, something in that tiny brain of his was functioning.
“Who are you?” he asked shakily.
“Your angel of death.” He was bleeding, but not enough to kill him. I’d change that.
I flipped the knife in the air and caught it again.
Suddenly, he surged up. Moving fast, I stabbed him in the gut. His pained bellow echoed through the empty park. Then I was on him. I knocked him down again, pressing my knee to his chest, pinning him to the ground.
He yanked the knife from his neck and swiped at me. I leaped back.
A surge of adrenaline hit. He scrambled up and slashed at me again.
I cocked my head. “Come on, then.”
With a roar, he charged at me.
I slashed my knife across his throat. I felt a sting at my side, but I ignored the burn. Ending him was my only priority.
He fell back, clutching his neck, blood pouring through his fingers.
Looking down, I saw the knife lodged in my side.Dammit. I yanked it out and gritted my teeth. I’d barely felt it, but it was bleeding a lot.
I pressed my palm to the wound and felt the sticky warmth of my blood. My vision wavered for a second.
Shit. If I lost consciousness, I’d be lying here when the police showed up. That could be a problem.
I took a step back, then another. My legs were already feeling weak.
Nearby, the woman was looking between me and her dead attacker, hyperventilating.
“Go,” I croaked.
Her wide gaze snapped to me.
“Get out of here,” I ordered.
She staggered to her feet, then ran out of the park like hellhounds were chasing her.
The man made a gurgling sound. I glanced at him and saw burning hatred as he looked at me. He wasn’t dead yet, but he would be soon, as long as no one helped him.
A wave of dizziness hit.
I could finish him off or I could get away.
