Page 204 of A Touch of Poison
And now.
Sharing these rooms with him. Choosing him to share my body and my heart.
Grey hazed around the edges of my vision and the world grew dimmer, but it was like I’d woken up.
Because this was a life—or at least the early buds of one.A life—not just survival.
I wriggled and tried pushing him away, but it would’ve been a challenge with two hands. With only one, I stood no chance.
Black blotches crept in as Robin bent closer, this look of fascination on his face.
He was enjoying this. Hewantedthis.
My heart thundered against my ribs as the rest of the world faded further and further away.
No. This was not it. I had too much to lose.
My hand groped across the floor.
Robin squeezed.
Thicker and darker blackness closed in, pulsing with every laboured beat of my heart.
I wanted to live. My lifewasworth saving. And this arsehole wasn’t about to take it from me.
My grip closed on something.
My tingling fingers barely registered how it felt. I had no idea what it was.
But only a pinprick of light remained in my vision. So I clung onto that, and I clung onto whatever I’d found.
When you have nothing left, even a scrap of something is important.
I struck.
Hot liquid spurted over me. I managed half a gasping breath.
I wanted to live.
I wanted to live.
There was only darkness and that pinpoint of light.
I reached for it. Death didn’t get to come for me today.
Not today.
Spluttering. Gurgling. More red. The weight on me grew heavier. Robin’s mouth gaped.
Someone was roaring. Not in terror or pain, but in ten years of hate and hurt and rage.
It took me long moments to register that I could breathe. My arm was still going, stabbing and stabbing and stabbing.
The roar was mine.
Robin slumped to one side, a shard of glass in his eye, his face and neck a bloody mess.
The soft bits.
