Lavender stood there frightened as Nicodemus entered the kitchen. She looked down at the pitcher then back at him. Could she really try to hurt him? She saw Malachi standing there still but the vile words that came out reminded her that it wasn’t. He was going to rape her if she didn’t do something. That wasn’t an option.
Quickly she threw the glass pitcher towards him. She didn’t actually have a great aim or experience with these things and it smashed on the wall beside his head. Little shards of glass flew everywhere around him. She moved towards the counter to find something else not looking to see if he was hit with any glass.