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So she couldn’t let him get near her face.

He took the bait. He leaned in, the sweet reek of chloroform wafting ahead of him like a ghastly cologne. He uncorked the bottle, doused the handkerchief, and brought it up to his own nose for a second—a rookie mistake. His eyes watered. He blinked. Threat- Chloroform- One woman who was attacked ...

That was the moment.

Maya slid one hand, slow as a glacier, under her pillow. Her fingers brushed the cold steel of the pepper spray her brother had given her after the break-in down the hall last year. Useless against chloroform, she thought. The stuff worked by inhalation. If he got that rag near her face, she had maybe fifteen seconds of struggling before her limbs turned to wet sand. So she couldn’t let him get near her face