Chapter 19

“Spyros!”

Michael appeared in the doorway. His eyes widened at the blood on Spyros’ arm.

“Fuck, Spyros!”

“I’m okay. It’s just a flesh wound.” Spyros was starting to feel dizzy. He leant against the counter. “It fucking hurts, though.”

He gripped the knife handle and tugged. The knife slid out with a wet noise, causing Spyros to sway. He grabbed onto the counter and shut his eyes, waiting for the world to stop spinning.

“What the fuck?”

Spyros opened his eyes. Michael had gone to his attacker, who was trying to get up off the broken glass. He had picked the smaller man up, wrestling him against the dining table. He had managed to get the balaclava off, shoving the hood back. Spyros saw brown hair fall down about her shoulders, dark eyes wide as she stared back at Michael.

Michael looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Lorraine? What are you doing?”