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Far too inity Her world Her life And--if it had its wicked way--probably in precisely that order

At the very last rip on her face relaxed slightly and she did the only thing she could think of: She head-butted it

Snapped her head back, then forward again, and bashed it square in the face as hard as she could

So hard, in fact, that ither wonder how Jean-Claude Van Da after such a stunt Obviously, movies lied She wished she’d known that before she’d tried playing action hero

Fortunately, it appeared she’d hurt it more than she’d hurt herself, because she recovered faster

Fast enough to land a direct hit with her knee to its groin while it was still looking dazed

The sound it h her veins It was a sound of such affront, of such anie and pain, that she really, really didn’t want to be around by the tiroaning and cupping itself, she dashed past it,a frantic beeline toward the back door There was no point in bothering with the front door She’d never be able to outrun it on foot She needed her car

She darted through the living roo roo ahead of her--freedo sun

She could still hear it cursing, three rooage, she thought, leaping over it, she’d be lucky to escape with her life and she knew it

Vaulting through the open doorway, she--

Slaain

She screa her up until her feet dangled helplessly above the ground The expression on its stunning dark face was icy and terrifying