Ana's POV
Without warning, Elodie pulled a blade from her jacket and lunged straight at my chest.
Panic shot through me as I twisted sideways.
The knife sliced through my hair before burying itself in the mattress.
My frantic dodge sent me tumbling off the bed.
The IV needle tore from my hand, blood seeping into the bandage.
Before I could register the sharp pain, Elodie came at me again, blade raised.
Terror flooded my mind—I needed to roll away, to escape.
But the tangled blanket trapped my legs, pinning me in place.
The silver blade flashed toward my temple. I squeezed my eyes shut.
A thunderous crash and a woman's scream made me look up.
Morris had slammed Elodie against the wall, her arms twisted behind her back.
The officers behind him moved fast, taking control and snapping handcuffs around her wrists.
Once the police secured her, Morris rushed to my side, pulling away the twisted bedding.
His dark eyes blazed with concern. "Did she hurt you?"
