GwenInstinct took over before fear could.The hand closed around my wrist and I let it pull me half a step closer instead of fighting the direction, using his own momentum against him the way I'd been taught, years ago, in a life I didn't talk about anymore. My free hand found his forearm and twisted. Hard. Something in his grip gave way with a grunt of surprise.He hadn't expected that move.I drove my elbow back into his throat before he could recover, and when he doubled forward, gasping, I grabbed a fistful of his jacket and used his own weight to slam him face-first into the side of the car. The door swung wider on the impact. He crumpled half in, half out of the back seat, stunned.I didn't stop there.Whoever had sent him needed to understand something, and the message worked better delivered clearly. I hauled him the rest of the way out onto the sidewalk, drove my knee into his ribs once, twice, until his breathing turned to a wet, broken wheeze, until every ounce of fight ha
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