Page 34 of When the Living Fall (Song Of The Dead #2)

My heart thunders in my chest, drowning out Zoey’s voice as she faces the man in the living room. His grin stretches too wide, his gaze predatory. I want to help her, but my body won’t move. Every logical part of me screams that I’d only make things worse—I’m no match for him like this. But he doesn’t know it’s two against one. We might have a shot.

I move with careful urgency, reaching down to draw my knife from the sheath strapped to my waistband. The blade gleams in the low light as I ease it free. My fingers tremble, not from fear, but from the sheer effort of staying so silent.