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“Oh! The little cat has claws.” A cruel smile opened slowly on Emma’s face as she examined Sophia’s arm carefully, clearly enjoying the situation. “He’ll tire of you, kitty-kitty. He’s a man with wild, hungry passions,” she ran her hands over her body and licked her lips in slow motion. “Wild like you couldn’t ever imagine; hungry in a way you will never be able to fulfill-”

Before she could even think about what she was doing, Sophia’s hand flew at Emma’s face. She used the moment to push Emma away, freeing herself from the corner. “Give me the damn key!”

“Oh! Now we’re having some fun,” Emma dabbed at the blood on her lip and licked it clean from her fingers.

This is disgusting!

She opened her purse and looked at Sophia with a dark grin and a strange gleam in her blue eyes, “Or what?”

“GIVE ME!” Sophia screamed. Screw the press. Screw everything. I want out of here. “NOW!”

Male, angry voices could be heard from the other side of the door and the handle shook.

They heard as Alistair shouted for Emma to open the door and ordered someone to get a spare key and call the police.

Yeah. Sophia smiled confidently and stepped closer to take the purse from the woman. “The key, bitch! Or I’ll press charges.”

“Ah! Now we are talking, bitch,” she drawled and laughed, “I like how you say it!” Emma’s eyes flashed as she put her hand inside the purse and took out, not the key, but a beautiful mother-of-pearl butterfly knife. “You already have two scars.” With a flick of her wrist, she opened the blade. “How about I carve a few more?”

Oh, damn. Damn! DAMN! Sophia’s adrenaline spiked. She put her hands up. “Okay, now. You don’t want to do this.”

“I do, kitty-kitty. He’ll remember me every time he fucks you.”

“You’ll be arrested.” She looked for something to defend herself with, but there was nothing in the modern luxury bathroom. Her eyes paused on a pair of tall, heavy Baccarat Spirale vases filled with purple Tulips on a table in the furthest corner. A few feet away.

“Will not, kitty. I have his photos. Fucking,” she gloated and left the threat hanging in the air.

Sophia considered her options. Three, four paces max. It’s all I have.

“You need a prettier face, kitty,” Emma drawled as she got closer.

Concentrate, Sophia. She tuned out the pounding on the door and Alistair’s shouted commands, blocking out everything but Emma’s movements and hers.

She angled her body and moved cautiously back, flexing her right hand, preparing to grab the spiral end of the crystal vase. You can’t miss it, Sophia. You can’t.

One.

Emma followed, smirking, brandishing the knife.

Two.

She lost her balance when her hurt leg faltered and her heel caught in a small indentation between the marble slabs. The blade pierced Sophia’s dress and pricked her left arm.

Sophia gasped in pain. Warm blood trickled down slowly.

Focus. Don’t look down. She rightened herself and hauled in a gulp of air, struggling not to black out.

Three.

Sophia’s hand groped the wall for the table. Emma’s arm shot forward again. A gash opened on the Sophia’s left forearm and a piercing cry left her mouth.

“You scream like a dying pig,” Emma smirked.

Four.

Sophia turned and snatched the vase.

With a hard yank, her right arm sliced the air with the vase.

Emma smiled darkly and flung the knife in the direction of Sophia’s navel as the vase slipped from Sophia’s hand and flew through the air.

Both women cried out loud.

Chapter 31

Nerves wound tight and seething, Alistair paced the corridor outside the bathroom as they waited for the spare key. Sophia’s first scream robbed him of the last of his patience.

“Get out of my way,” he shouted and crashed his shoulder against the door. It rattled, but didn’t give.

“Wait,” Tavish’s hand stopped him from throwing himself against the door a second time. “Let’s do it together. On three.”

Alistair heaved when both women cried one last time, but paced away taking distance and giving his brother his back. “Ready?”

Tavish nodded and counted, “One. Two. Three.”

The brothers threw themselves against the door, flinging it off its hinges.

Alistair looked around horrified.

In the middle of the bathroom floor among water, purple tulips and the broken Baccarat vase, Emma was lying in a pool of blood that was gushing from her face.

“Call an ambulance,” he shouted over his shoulder, his gaze sweeping the room. Fuck! Where is she? Breathe, Alistair Connor! It’s not the time for panic. “Sophia!” He stepped over Emma and his heart stopped for a second when he saw her.

“Sophia!!” He fell on his knees in front of a very pale Sophia, sitting with back against the wall. His eyes and hands hovered over her bloodied dress and the knife stuck on her stomach not knowing exactly what to do. Fuck, fuck!Mo gradh, don’t worry. Everything will be okay, he said resolutely.

“Cold,” she whispered through blue lips, a loud roar filling her ears. Her wide dark eyes roamed over him as he immediately took off his jacket. “I’m cold.”

“Lay her down after you put your jacket on her,” Tavish ordered calmly, kneeling beside her with a first aid kit.

“How?” He eyed pointedly at the blade protruding from between her fingers.

“Right, Alistair Connor, keep her calm. Keep her warm. Lay her down, but be careful not to jolt her. I’ll put a dressing around the wound, and apply pressure. Any doubts?” Tavish didn’t even look at him and kept his voice soothingly calm. “Do it. Quickly and calmly. The shock will have lowered her blood pressure and body temperature.”

Oh, Christ! Let it not be as bad as it looks. “All right,” he gently put his jacket over her and laid her down. Neither his hands, nor his face betrayed the guilt and shock he was feeling inside. I’ve brought this on her.

“Let me,” Tavish took her fingers from her belly and put his handkerchief around the blade, pressing down firmly. He looked up at an ashen Edward on the threshold. “Give me your jacket too.”

Sophia’s gaze shifted to Tavish as a giddy, floating sensation took hold of her. Am I going to die? “Numb.”

He squinted at the blade and back at her face. “The wound doesn’t seem deep. The cold is from the shock, okay? Don’t move.”

As if I would go dancing, you moron. The thought seemed so out of place that her lips curled up.

Leonard entered the room with two police officers. His face was taut and he stepped over Emma to squat near them. “The ambulance is coming. How is she?”

“Mostly superficial cuts. Nothing to worry about,” Tavish said soothingly, smiling back at her, covering her legs with Edward’s jacket and directing Alistair’s fingers to substitute his.

A strange calm had fallen over Sophia as she observed Tavish’s sure movements. She couldn’t see the woman on the floor, but her presence was grating on her nerves. Her gaze moved back to Alistair’s face. Apart from a slight darkening in his eyes, he maintained a calmness that helped keep at bay the panic that was threatening to pull her down. Did I kill...? “Is she...” She couldn’t say the word or bear the thought of one more death hanging over her head.