TAMSIN I got close to Isla and raised the baseball bat high above my head, every muscle in my body coiled with the singular intention of bringing it down on her smug, self-satisfied face. Before I could swing, someone caught my arm from behind. I tried to turn, tried to see who had grabbed me, but my other arm was seized as well, both wrists locked in grips strong enough to make my bones ache. Isla's lips curved into a smile that made my blood run cold. "You may have walked into my home easily enough," she said, her voice light and conversational as though we were discussing the weather. "But leaving will be an entirely different story." She gestured casually to the men holding me. "Pin her down." Two of them grabbed me more firmly, their hands like vises on my arms. A third reached for the baseball bat, trying to pry it from my fingers. I brought my knee up hard and fast, connecting with his groin with enough force that I felt the impact travel up through my leg. He
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