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and menace. “Did you miss me, Keira
Swanson?”
    She tried to thrash, to kick out, but her vision was
already fading in and out, red sparks flashing before her eyes as he throttled
her. Panic swamped her. If she could scream...if she could just fight
back...even for a second...but there was nobody to hear.
    She knew what he’d do, remembered every second of his first attack on her, saw every second of his
attacks on all the others. He’d choke her until she was nearly unconscious, then reach for the blade. Desperation filled her and she
clawed at his face, her nails snagging in his mask.
    He growled and swiped at her with his free hand, but
the motion unbalanced him enough for Keira to twist her hips, wobble him a
little. He loosened his hold on her throat and she sucked in a deep, beautiful
breath before lashing out again. She scraped her nails across his face,
catching the exposed skin around his eyes. He grunted, drove his fist into her
ribs. Pain cracked through her and she managed to cry out before he slapped her
and grabbed her throat again. She clasped his thick forearm, trying to sink her
nails in or pry him off, but she was already weak, and he was so damn strong. A
sick swirl of nightmare memories clouded her vision.
    As her sight faded, so did her panic, an eerie sense
of calm replacing it. She felt light, drifty, and
loose. She was leaving her body, she realized, and it was a relief. Her earlier
worries about being caught in limbo were distant now, nothing compared to the
reality of dying. Surely this was better, more peaceful?
    A slam and a howl of pain pulled her back into her
body hard and fast. Dizziness and sickness gripped her as the Slasher slumped
down on her, smothering her. But he released her throat, and Keira sobbed and
gasped as she fought to push his dead weight off her. Something wet and warm
flowed over her hands as she pushed at him. It dawned on her that it was blood.
    “Keira!” Dom’s voice chased away some of
her dizziness, giving her something to cling to. The Slasher’s crushing weight
lifted as Dom heaved him aside, freeing her. She lay gasping for air on the
bed, vision still sparking, throat tight and raw. Part
of her still wanted to drift away, to deny what was happening – had almost
happened. But then Dom was beside her, gun in one hand, easing her upright with
the other. “It’s alright, love, it’s alright. You’re alright. We got him. We
got the bastard.”
    She slumped against him, staring at the silhouette of
the Slasher sprawled on the carpet. Was he dead? She felt like her hands were
drenched in blood, but his chest moved, she was sure of it. She buried her face
in Dom’s shirt, curling up as close to him as she could. He held her tight for
a few minutes, then released her carefully. “Are you
okay? Did he hurt you?”
    She shook her head, massaged her throat. “Just need a
drink,” she croaked. And to be away from the figure on the
floor. Far, far away.
    ****
    Twenty minutes later, Dom’s house was swarming with police officers.
Keira sat in the kitchen, nursing a cup of warm milk – no honey, Dom didn’t have any – giving a statement to an officer who looked far too young
to be there. Dom was directing traffic in the bedroom. She missed his
reassuring presence acutely, but couldn’t allow herself to focus on that too
much. She was just grateful he'd come home in time. A few minutes later...
    She couldn't let herself focus on that either.
    She gave her statement the same way she'd told Dylan about the first
attack just two days ago. Keep it simple, keep it quick. There wasn't much to
tell in any case; it all happened so fast, ended so suddenly...
    "And you say this is the same man who attacked you six years
ago?" the officer asked, scribbling in his pad. "The
Shoreditch Slasher?"
    She shuddered at his casual use of the nickname. "I'm
positive," she said. "Absolutely no doubt."
    He smiled at her, patting her hand. "You must be the luckiest woman
in