He was here! Horror poured into my blood like an ice storm. The mask tilted to the side as it raised a hand, waving its finger back and forth. A gruff tsking sound came from behind the mask. Then he lurched forward. I backpedaled, my feet slipping over the wet tile as a scream tore from my throat. A glove covered hand clamped down on my arm. I pulled back, nearly wrenching my arm from its socket. He roared into the bathroom, a booted foot hitting one of the puddles as I twisted, ripping my arm free. The loss of contact threw him off balance, and his foot slipped on the wet tile. He went down on one knee. I tore out of the bathroom, gripping the door and slamming it shut. As I whipped around, the doors exploded open behind me. Crap. I took another step and arms clamped down on my waist, and before I could even react, I was airborne. I slammed into the bed, my hip hitting the bedpost.