The crazy fucker was going to outlast me.
Pulling, scraping, clawing at every piece of him I could grasp, I tried to gauge his eyes out with my thumbs, almost succeeding amidst his screams until my slippery foot slid from under me. Again.
It was all I had left. I was finished.
And the last thing I could think of before realizing I was going to pass out was Penelope’s face.
I thought about a kiss we’d never share, her blue eyes. I thought about a life I’d never live.
I thought about it all… and then I dropped to my knees.
I pretended to concede.
And then I pulled on the ambushing prick with everything I had. Grabbing his arm, I twisted his body over my head towards the sink.
I sent him smashing against the white porcelain and enamel, shattering the silence in the air into two—cracki
