ld, damp brick of the de

encer as he advanced, her mind racin

dicament. "No one's here to save you this time. I'm go

o either side, cutting off

ol, metallic shape of the utility knife she carried for protection. Three years

ow, gravelly voice cut through the tense si

t l

without volume but carrying an

ward the sound. Debora's head snapp

but his clothes were ragged and torn. His hair was a tangled mess, and his fa

Chase burst out laughing. "A bum wa

ep-set in the gloom, settled on Chase. It wasn't a look of ange

t an innocent person getting hurt for her sake. "Go," she whi

est second, but he ignored her word

Chase said, nodding to one of hi

uckles as he lumbered toward the stran

fist flew toward

ved. It was too fas

ked-off scream. The massive bodyguard was on his knees,

shocked, pulled a fo

he man's jaw with lightning speed. A dull thud, and

in less than

ey was Chase Spencer's te

p. The aura he projected was no longer that of a derel

w who I am?" Chase stammered, stumbling b

around Chase's throat. With one arm, he

He clawed uselessly at the stranger'

mth, any mercy. He looked like he was genu

t someone actually die-not only because of her, but

he stranger's arm. "That's enoug

d of solid muscle under her ha

ze landing on her. She met it without flinch

nse moment, his

ment like a sack of garba

m another glance. He spoke h

ol

even bothering with his unconsci

e mysterious man, her heart still pou

e braced a hand against the wall to steady himself. In the m

k, wet stain spreading across

cut. He