I stretched as far as I could for my tiptoes to remain on the ground, scrabbling at his fingers. "I don't know."

Malik's hold tightened. His hair was unkempt like he'd been running his fingers through it, his shirt buttoned incorrectly.

Blood rushed in my ears and my heart threatened to break free of my rib cage. I stared into his glittering eyes and saw death. So I did the only thing I could do: I kneed him in the balls as hard as I could.

Malik gasped a wheeze ...