The sound of hash browns hitting the floor didn’t even phase her. Ronnie wasn’t strong enough to hold her and she broke free. “Let me go!” She neatly roared, furious. Nesryn was moving away form the vampire just in time to avoid being clobbered by the greasy cast iron skillet.
Somewhere during the rolling she’d lost her weapon. Looking around she spied a steak knife on a nearby table, and swept it up, brandishing it at the vampire. “I’m not done with you yet!” And the blade would swing at Wren. She didn’t care about the blonde who had stepped in - if she wanted a fight, too, she could join in.