CHAPTER TWENTY SIX: Blood And
Jealous
CHRISTY'S POV
The man moved faster than I could think.
One second he was standing over Grandpa with the syringe, the next his hand was at my throat, shoving me hard into the wall.
Air instantly vanished from my lungs.
My fingers clawed at his wrist, nails digging into skin, but he was strong, too strong for my little attacks to affect him. His grip tightened, and black dots exploded across my vision.
Grandpa's voice cut through the haze. "Christy!" His shout was shaky and panicked. I could hear the bed creak as he tried to move but groaned in pain.
The intruder's eyes were wild, locked on mine as though strangling me was personal. I tried to kick at him, but my body was already weakening.
BANG!
"Let her go!" Curtis' voice boomed as he kicked the door open.
He barreled into the room like a storm, his shoulder slamming into the man's side.
