*Gemma*

Do it.

If you can’t kill him, at least stab him.

If a big male like him could move, I could move faster.

I kicked out with all the force I had—my heel collided with Connor’s jaw, forcing his head back. He grunted and almost fell to the side. It was the two seconds I needed to twist and snatch the knife hilt. Somehow I found my footing and was already creeping away from him, pointing the knife.

The best-case scenario ...