Her head was pounding as she tried to remember what had happened and how it was Gabriel and not Griff that had chased her. How he’d peeled her off the road whilst his hand was clamped down on her arm aggressively, whispering threats in her ear so that she knew if she uttered one word about him not being her dad he would kill her. And apart from a few suggestions from people at the scene that she should perhaps go to the hospital, no one even challenged him. Anyway, it was her fault. If she had timed her run into the traffic right she might have been actually hit by a car, as was her intention, rather than merely bumping her head on the road. And then her injuries would have warranted an ambulance and she wouldn’t be being dragged, as if in rewind, along the path she had run only a few moments ago as a free woman. They arrived back at the flat where Zaydain was pacing angrily along the balcony outside the door. He lunged at Rosie but Gabriel put his arm in the way. “Not now!” he hissed.
