Zara POV

"Zara, did I misjudge you before? Or is this version of you fake?" Timothy's large body pins me against the wall, his voice dropping low. "First you're the Taylor heiress, then a pool champion. What else don't I know about you?"

"This!" I drive my knee hard into his groin. "I've always had the ability to fight back. I was just too lenient with you before!"

"Fuck!" Timothy groans, doubling over.

I reach for the door—

He lunges again, arms wrapping around me despite the ...