All her fear and shock at the horror of the situation was flooded with a deep thankful sigh of relief. Her son was out. No matter what would happen to her and Mac, at least Liam was safe. She was jolted back to her own reality by the shuddering insistent push of the door against her shoulder. She felt this strangers hand scramble to her shoulder and grip tightly. If she’d heard someone describing the situation she wouldn’t have believed it, but she could smell him. She could actually the smell the stink coming off him. The stink of adrenaline and the bitter copper of blood was forcing its way into her nostrils and it made her stomach turn with dread. Faith pushed with all her might, hoping she could break his wrist in the door. She heard him yelp and saw his hand recoil. “Mac!” She screamed. “Mac?” At the sound of her voice the hand snapped back and the door slammed with a thud. She fell against it, trying to lock it again but it was too far broken. The door jamb itself was splintering where it had been battered.
