Charlotte’s face collided with his head. She felt her nose burst and the warmth of her own blood running across her mouth and down her throat. It didn’t matter because she was where she wanted to be. She threw her left arm around his neck as they tumbled and pulled him to her as tight as she'd ever hugged someone she loved, keeping him from pulling away to fight back. She held him close enough that she could plunge the knife into his back over and over again.
Never stand in the way of Mama bears!
