Isnapmy head back with all my strength, smashing the crown of my skull into his nose. There’s a sickening crack, and he howls, dropping me like I’m toxic.
“Fucking hell! What are you made of?” he roars, blood gushing from his face.
I stumble, adrenaline scorching through me. “Good genes, asshole.”
Cressida is smirking now, blood smeared across her lip. But I’m already moving.
A window, unboarded.Finally.
No hesitation. I run, and Ijump.
No plan. No landing strategy. Just blind, feral escape.
“Fuck!”
The wind rips past me as I drop like a rock, heart jackhammering in my chest. My eyes slam shut.
And then, impact.
White-hotpainshoots through my ankle as I crash to the ground.
I roll, coughing, wheezing, gripping my leg. “Son of awhore!”
My foot’s fucked. Bone-deep pain. Can’t tell if it’s broken or just shredded.
I try to stand.
I collapse.
I try again.
Collapse harder.
“Fuckity fuck!” I hiss, crawling through dirt and broken glass. There’s no cover. No exit. Just open field and distant trees that feel ten miles away.
I reach into my bra,yes. My phone. Miraculously still there.
I call the only Devil I trust to burn the world down for me.
Karter.
He picks up on the first half-ring. “Brat. Where are you?”
“I don’t know. I'm hurt, Karter, how do I send you my location,fast?”
“Messages. Drop a pin.Now.”
I swipe, trembling fingers doing their best to obey.
But right as I hit send… The phone isrippedfrom my hand.
“You littlecunt.Who the fuck were you calling?” Deebo snarls, face bloodied, breath coming in hard bursts.
He throws the phone to the ground andstompsit until it’s nothing but glass and circuits.
“You piece ofshit!” I scream, kicking at him. He grabs my arms and hauls me up like I’m made of paper.
The scream rips from my lungs. “MY ANKLE!”
