Chapter 67

I spun around and whipped out my walking stick toward his head. It struck hard. He grunted in pain, and I was already charging toward the door. But he was right on my heels. His fingers grasped my arm, but I shrugged away from him and swung wildly behind me. My stick soared through empty air. He must've leaped away, and in that one second, I'd brought myself closer to the door than he was. Not much considering he could see and my eyes were sinking past the inside of my sweater collar. Not much, but I'd take it.

I lunged for the door, my fingers scrabbling for the knob even before I reached it. The wind helped toss it open, and then I was out. 

He was faster than I thought. He crashed into my back and knocked me across the hallway. I caught myself against the wall before my body weight crushed Sasha. Then I turned and ran. I didn't get very far. He caught my wrist and yanked, so hard I felt my shoulder start to give. I yelped and spun around to try and free myself.