She’d barely taken two steps on her ridiculously high heels when the guy leaped out of the car. I got the impression of height and bulk.
He grabbed her and she screamed.
But there was no one around to hear her.
Except for me.
I moved closer, making no sound and sticking to the deepest shadows.
“Let me go, asshole!” the woman spat.
He pinned her to the car. He was tall and thick, like he’d once been in shape but had since gone to fat. He pulled a large knife from under his jacket.
The woman froze.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He had a surprisingly high-pitched voice for such a big man. “I want to see how red your blood is.”
I’d seen enough.
As the woman screamed again, I ran forward. My hard chop hit his kidney, then I lunged low and landed a kick to his left knee.
The guy let out a choked curse and stumbled sideways. The woman broke free.
She stared at me, wide-eyed. “Wren?—”
“Go!” I yelled.
The guy was already straightening, the knife still in his hand.
The woman spun and ran.
He turned to face me. He was way bigger than me and he had a look in his eye that wasn’t entirely rational. He let out a low growl and charged at me.
I ducked the swing of the knife and landed a quick one-two punch to his soft gut.
“Little bitch,” he yelled.
His arm swung again, the knife aimed at me.
I darted to the side, and felt a sting on my arm. I spun and rammed my knee up between his legs. I didn’t quite hit my target, but there was enough power to force him back a step.
“I’m going to stab you!” he spat. “Fifty times. A hundred times.”
I snorted. “No, you’re not. I’m not an easy victim. Come and try me.”
He made another angry sound. He reared over me, raising the knife above his head. I tensed, ready to block him.
But his arm never moved down.
I watched a dark shadow emerge from out of nowhere. A hand grabbed the back of the man’s neck, and another one gripped his wrist.
I’d never get tired of watching the Reaper in action. Appearing out of nowhere like a ghost.
Bastian’s face looked carved from stone. He squeezed the man’s wrist until the knife fell to the pavement.
“How’s it feel when you’re the smaller target?” Bastian murmured to the attacker.
The man let out a pained noise.
