Shoulders roll back in an attempt to fake confidence. He wasn’t dead but if he woke up, she was sure he’d kill her. It was a terrifying idea but accurate, he’d cornered her in the back and usually on any other day she wouldn’t fought back but it was dark, she didn’t know what club he was from and he was rough, she didn’t think he’d drop from a fry pan to the head, he was still breathing, still alive just out like a light and she was just s t a n d i n g   there. “Gina, he knows it was me.”