Chapter 402

The click of the spring knife was sharp and cold, but her hand moved too slow. What should’ve been a lethal strike only grazed Vulture’s arm, leaving a bloody gash. Vulture reacted instantly. Ignoring the blood pouring from his arm, his first move was to kick Nora Murray’s hand away. With a hard clang, the knife clattered to the floor. Then, with barely a pause, Vulture yanked her off the bed and slammed her to the ground. He stomped on her hand—the one still trying to grip the knife. The bedroom, decked out for celebration, suddenly echoed with a scream so raw and jarring it felt like it came from another world. Her voice broke, tight like something was stuck in her throat, a howl filled with pain and desperation. Pinned under Vulture’s foot, Nora had no strength left to fight back. All she could do was scream—a guttural, animalistic sound. The drugs in her system dulled everything—her reflexes, her strength. That stab had drained her last ounce of energy. On any normal day, she could