I glared up at her. Slowly, the smugness in her eyes gave way to fear.
I lunged to my feet, locked my hand around her throat, and drove her backward until she was bent over the windowsill, half her body dangling outside.
"No! Please, don't hurt me and Dr. Dickerson's baby!"
I shoved her head lower and screamed.
"You were so cocky a second ago! What happened? Afraid to die now? A piece of trash like you doesn't deserve to be a mother! Go to hell!"
Fay shook her head, wailing.
Rage had blinded me. I missed the cunning hiding beneath her terror.
By the time I came back to myself, I was already over the windowsill, falling.
The impact.
My body slammed into the ground. Warmth seeped out of me, bit by bit.
Lionel shoved Fay out of his arms and threw himself toward the window.
His voice tore out of him. "No!"
