Two fingers broke. The phone launched across the room and the screen shattered on impact.
"AHHH! MY HAND!!"
The bald man clutched his hand and screamed, rolling off the sofa onto the floor.
I grabbed the other one by the collar, the one still nursing his cigar, and hauled him up off the couch.
The ashtray on the remains of the coffee table was packed with ash and cigar stubs.
I clamped one hand on his jaw, prying it open, and shoved the entire ashtray against his mouth.
"Eat."
"Mmph! MMPH!"
Ash choked him until his eyes rolled back, mouth stuffed with grit and spit.
Zane dropped his wine glass and stumbled back three steps.
"Susannah Dickerson, you street trash! You're out of your goddamn mind! Do you have any idea where you are?!"
He jabbed a finger at my face.
"You're a dropout, a nobody, the bottom of the food chain! Do you have any clue who Mr. Chambers is?! You touch a single hair on his head—"
I turned my back on him, walked to Mila, and cut the ties around her wrists.
The ligature marks had already drawn blood.
I shrugged off my leather jacket and wrapped it around her whole body.
She was shaking from head to toe.