Devon was dumb. He had counted on his speed to help him but the width of the bathroom window had stalled him. Before long he had heard the hunter’s footsteps creeping around the side to the back. The knife had whizzed right by him. The blade had stuck itself right beside his hand into the wall. He glanced quickly at who had thrown it and reached for the hilt. The florist. Narrowing his eyes, he kicked himself for not noting her scent sooner. It had been thrown forcefully but not enough. Devon was sure the blade would be silver. Believing she had more to toss his way, he used all of his strength to take it out of the wall and with him. He tossed the blade to the shower and locked the window.
Grabbing the knife, he ran back to his nightstand and dialed 911. “Emergency? Yes, I’m at The Next Express Motel, room 6. My crazy ex is throwing knives outside my window, please hurry!” He hung up and dialed the front desk and screamed the same into the phone. Pocketing his lighter, he crouched beneath the mattress and bed frame barricading his window. As far as he knew, she was human and if he had to, he’d fight with one.