Chapter 92 Attacker
- Harley’s P.O.V.
- The iron grip was so strong that I couldn’t even thrash properly. My scream was smothered against the rough palm, my breath hot and trapped. My nails dug desperately in the arm across my throat, but it didn’t budge.
- My heart thundered in my ears, but I forced my mind to focus. In this strange place, I had to save myself, so I repeated all the instructions of my self-defense teacher in my mind.