Chapter 934
Chapter 934
Jamie instinctively jerked aside as the blade slashed past his face.
A sudden chill swept across his cheek, followed by a searing burn.
Before he could react, steel flashed again.
This time, prepared, he narrowly evaded.
But the cramped space inside the car worked against him. No matter how skilled he was, there was little room to maneuver.
Sharon struck with a ferocity that made it clear: either he died, or she did.
Sharon’s attacks lacked finesse, yet every thrust aimed for a fatal point. Each strike carried the weight of deadly intent.
For the first time, Jamie found himself dodging in sheer desperation.
Then his eyes caught something-Sharon was wielding the knife with the very hand she had smashed earlier.
The realization ignited his fury.
“Cunning woman!” he spat..
Sharon sneered.
“I should be thanking you for handing me this chance.”
She had spent years at Uriah’s side. What she’d learned wasn’t limited to medicinal cuisine.
She knew meridians, joints, and pressure points. She had massaged Theo’s weakened stomach countless times.
When Jamie forced her to shatter her own hand, she hadn’t struck blindly. She had chosen a joint that hurt like hell but didn’t completely cripple her.
The hammer had left her in agony, but it preserved a sliver of strength-enough to gamble her life on.
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As for why she hadn’t cried for help at the checkpoint? She had known even if she shouted, the driver could have sped away. Counting on others was futile. Survival rested on her alone.
So she bided her time, gathered her strength, and when Jamie finally relaxed, she quietly pulled the knife from her other hand- waiting for the moment to strike.
Her first blow had been meant for his throat. But blood loss had weakened her, and Jamie was a seasoned fighter, his instincts razor-sharp. He twisted at the last instant, the blade slicing across his face instead.
Regret flickered in Sharon’s eyes.
Jamie bore countless scars across his body, but never once on his face. If not for his ingrained wariness, that blade would have slit his throat instead of grazing his cheek.
The driver, catching sight of the struggle, slammed the brakes.
Momentum hurled both Jamie and Sharon forward.
Seizing the opening, Jamie lunged to seize the knife.
But fate, for once, tilted toward Sharon.
From her angle, she had the advantage.
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In that split-second, her blade drove straight into Jamie’s thigh.
She had aimed for his heart, or at least his throat, but the cramped position forced her to settle for his leg.
Without hesitation, she yanked the knife free and plunged it again.
By then, the driver had screeched the car to a halt, flung the door open, and rushed to the back.
He yanked open Sharon’s door, intent on cornering her with Jamie.
Just a woman, he thought. Jamie had only been caught off guard. With two men against her, she would be subdued in an instant.
But Sharon’s ferocity shattered that illusion.
The moment the door swung wide, her blade slashed forward, aimed with lethal precision at a vital point. A single strike would have crippled him-if not killed him outright.
The driver’s confidence evaporated. He twisted away in a panicked dodge.
And in that instant, the knife whirled from her grip, spinning toward his face. He barely managed to turn his head, the blade grazing past as he evaded. By the time his vision snapped back… Sharon had already leapt out of the car.
