The footsteps grow closer to the door and I grab a frying pan from where it hangs up in the kitchen the door opens and an angry, evil and maliciously looking devil called Rory enters. He closes the door and then I spot the key, which I could have used to lock him out.
Seriously?! Why didn’t I think of that?!
He glares at me, and I can only imagine what it is he plans on doing to me. Kill me? Rape me and kill me? Or rape me, kill me and dump my body into the ocean where no one will find me?!!!!
I swallow.
Hard.
And my stomach tightens.
The blood on his face drips down to his white T-shirt and this seems to trigger his rage towards me as he walks towards me.
I stretch my hand forward so that the pan is before me. “I may not be good at handling kitchen equipment, but I’ve watched tangled too many freaking times to know how to handle a pan on people’s heads. I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have, but believe me, I will if you don’t walk away from me.”