Page 140 of Lady Killer

Masked eyes stared back at me.

BEEP!

Chapter thirty-nine

Luz

The key reader beeped loudly.

I tossed my phone on my bed.

The lock on the door tumbled.

I flicked open the needle cap and tightened my grip on the taser.

The door pushed open, the bright light of the hallway harsh, but I was already out of the way and into the shadows.

The person who stepped into the room was tall and masculine, and there was a familiarity to theirbuild. But I had no time to ponder that as I leaped toward them, taser at the ready.

I connected with the patch of exposed skin between their hoodie and jeans. My would-be attacker stiffened and stumbled to their knees.

Running forward, I threw myself at them from behind, needle arching through the air. As I collided with them, I yanked back the hoodie with one hand and thrust the syringe into the meat of their neck as they thrashed against me.

I smashed the plunger down, emptying the drug into their body, just before they managed to buck me off and throw me into the closet doors.

Luckily, the cheap plastic mirror buckled under me rather than shattered, and I bounced hard onto the floor, landing on my hands and knees.

Pushing off, I reached into my pocket for a second syringe while twisting to look from the sheep to the door. It wouldn’t be the first time they worked in pairs.

“What the fuck?”

I knew that voice.

The sheep turned around to face me, one hand pressed on their back where I had tased them, the other reaching for me. “You fucking tased me and stabbed me in the neck.”

He lunged forward. I dove to the right.

It would take anywhere from one to five minutes for the effects of the drug to really kick in.

Alister and Nixon would be here in less than that.

I just had to stay alive.

The sheep went for me again, slower this time as the antipsychotic started working its way through his system.

“You bitch, you drugged me!!”

Ding, ding, ding!

He dove for me with both hands, and as I slipped to the side to avoid him, I miscalculated and my hip got caught hard on my desk, nearly sending me down.

His hand wrapped around my arm, and he whipped my body to the ground. My knees collided with the carpet, sending a shock of pain up my legs. I managed to roll over on my side, just missing the booted foot aiming for my ribs. Rolling again, I started to scramble away while trying to get on my feet.

Stay alive just a bit longer . . .

My hip and knee throbbed, and the carpet burned the skin of my palms as I watched the sheep stumble after me.

He swayed, falling first onto one knee and then onto the next.

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