I stumbled down the dark street, my ankle throbbing with each step. The pain shot up my leg when I put weight on it, forcing me to limp pathetically. How had everything gone so wrong? One minute I was walking alone, trying to clear my head, and the next I was sprawled on the ground with a twisted ankle.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is."
The voice made my blood run cold. I turned slowly, dread pooling in my stomach as I recognized the man emerging from the shadows. Even in the dim streetlight, I could see his red, swollen eyes—evidence of our earlier encounter.
"You," I whispered, my hand instinctively reaching for the empty pocket where the pepper spray had been. I'd used it all on him earlier.
"Me," he confirmed, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Bet you didn't think you'd see me again so soon."
I took a wobbly step back. "What do you want? Money? I can give you money."
He laughed, the sound harsh and grating. "Oh, I want more than money from you."
