He raised the needle, his muscles tensing as he prepared to lunge forward.
Lyvana knew she couldn't wait for Emily anymore. If that needle touched her skin, it was over. As Andrew reached out to grab her arm, survival instinct took over.
She lunged forward instead of backing away, catching him completely off guard.
With a quick, desperate move, she grabbed his right hand with both of hers, locking onto his wrist. Using every ounce of strength she had, she twisted his wrist outward with a sharp, violent snap.
Andrew let out a sharp cry of pain as his bones popped. His fingers lost their grip, and the syringe slipped from his hand, shattering instantly on the hard floor.
Enraged, Andrew tried to grab at her with his free hand, but Lyvana didn't give him the chance. She shoved him with all her might and kicked him straight in the groin.
He hissed in pure agony, but as he stumbled, his arm swung out in reflex and he slapped her hard across the face.
"You little bitch."
