Even for how fast the "fight" had been, her heart was pumping for adrenaline; just because he'd put distance between them didn't necessarily mean it was over. The flashlight turned in her hand to follow him, the beam steady against his face.

If it blinded him, all the better. What the hell was he thinking? Maybe the girl had made the wrong choice in taking a companion at all, if trying to take her head off with nails as long and as sharp as the blade of the smaller knife still sitting on the counter.

"Trained? By who?" she asked, searching his well-lit expression for some clue. "Is that why... you attacked me?"

She was regretting now not asking anything about this man's past before requesting his company.