Page 240 of Love Me Stalk Me
We move.
I raise my boot and kick the fucking door in.
The second the door slams open, chaos erupts.
Izzy’s bound to a chair in the middle of the room, hands tied behindher back.
Evan’s in front of her, a gun in one hand, the other curled into a fist like he was about to hit her.
Not a fucking chance.
But before I can move?—
Amanda does.
She launches herself at Evan like a goddamnpanther, grabbing his arm, twisting his wrist so fast and hard that the gun clatters to the floor. And then, in a move straight out of a fucking kung fu movie, she takes him down.
A spin. A kick. A pivot.
And then she’s got him pinned, her thighs locked around his neck and shoulders, his arms trapped in a way that no matter how much he struggles, he’s not getting free.
And just to add insult to injury?
Her bright pink gun is pressed squarely against his temple.
I would be impressed if I wasn’t so fucking focused on Izzy.
I grab my knife, cutting through the zipties at her wrists.
She sucks in a breath, flexing her fingers as soon as she’s free. I grab her hands, gently, turning them over, inspecting them.
Cuts.
Bruises.
Marks that don’t belong on her.
Marks that I wasn’t here to stop.
Rage surges inside me, but I push it down. Because right now, she is all that matters.
“Izzy.” My voice is careful. “Are you okay?”
She meets my eyes, and fuck.
She’s not just okay.
She’s furious.
A deep-seated, visceral rage burns in her eyes.
“I’m fine,” she says, but there’s murder in her tone.
I believe her.
I believe her completely.
But still, I tuck a hand under her chin, tilt her face up, searching. Just to be sure. Just to see if there’s any fear.
