This fear, what she felt now, surpassed anything she had ever felt before. Not even Liam's threats of what was to come had struck her with this much raw terror. That was Emery's voice, she knew it was - it wasn't like what she'd heard earlier. It wasn't Liam pretending to be his brother. It was him; she knew it somehow, even though she didn't know how it was possible because it didn't make sense.
"Emery?" His name was barely a whisper, practically just another painful exhale of air. Among the stinging pain of the knife wound and the throbbing that consumed practically her entire body there was something else; another kind of pain that wasn't at all physical. Hannah got to her feet, unsteady and wary, moving father and father away until she made contact with the door.
When he screamed at her to run, she ran. Her hands found the doorknob and the door was open in a matter of seconds, and once it was she bolted out of the apartment and down the hallway. Up, up, up the stairs she went, everything blurring together in a mess of color and wetness, and she didn't stop until she'd slammed into the door to her apartment. Then she was scrambling for her key, shoving it into the lock and stumbling inside once she shoved it open.
Gabriel was waiting for her but Hannah didn't see him and tripped, falling to her knees with an anguished cry. Only when the door had been kicked shut and locked did she stop, her back pressed against the wall. Gabriel crawled onto her lap, whining, and she stared at him for a moment before hugging him close, her sobs muffled by black wiry fur.