I don’t have time for this shit. The longer I’m trapped in a room with Chucky’s Bride, the more opportunity handed over to Mark. If the men notice I’m nowhere to be found, and Addie is left vulnerable, nothing will stop them from seizing the moment. She’s more interested in talking, and time is ticking. I charge at her, but I’m surprised by how much fight she has in her. I humor her, the sloppy attacks beginning with a knife and ending with her fists. The entire time, she rages like a petulant child. Throwing a fit because she can’t land a strike. I see the desperation leaking into her expression, just as antsy to take me down as I am her. Finally, I land one good sucker punch to her nose, causing her to lose her footing and go crashing to the ground. She screeches out some idle threat, but my focus is on the door. I storm past her, whipping out the door and charging down the hall. “Jackal!” she screeches from behind me, but I pay her no mind. I don’t know who the hell she’s talking to, but I don’t give a fuck. I stop short when I look to my left and see the four men of the night packed into a room. I breathe out a sigh of relief, a small weight lifting off my shoulders with the confirmation that they didn’t get the chance to trap Addie. Until I hear the words that come out of their fucking mouths.