Otherwise, he’d lose her just as surely as he’d lost Sarah.
Kit was barreling around the corner past LI’s Antiquities when a sixth sense lifted the hairs on the back of his neck. He jerked his gaze up — and tracked the lethal swing of a heavy wooden croquet mallet straight toward his skull.
Kit swept his right arm upward by instinct, deflecting the blow at the expense of pain like an electric shock straight to the bone. He leaned away even as he swept the mallet aside. The thick wooden head narrowly missed his temple, lifting hair with the wind of its passage. Kit stepped forward with his left foot, turning with the sweep. He shoved the croquet mallet down and shoved his attacker’s face straight into the wall. Both the mallet and someone’s skull went CRACK against concrete.
A howl of pain reached him. Kit jumped clear. His arm ached, the ache becoming a relentless throb within seconds. He cradled it to his chest and felt for fractures he hoped he wouldn’t find. Then his attacker staggered back from the wall.
Aw, nuts….
The Welshman.
”Coward!” Kynan Rhys Gower spat at him. “Filthy dog!”
The Welshman came at him again, mallet raised over his head in a classic attack position. Kit, one arm all but useless, saw no other choice. He threw a sidekick straight into the onrushing Welshman’s hips. The blow caught him just above the pubic bone. Kynan Rhys Gower folded up with an ugly sound The mallet whistled just above Kit’s back.
Kit recovered his balance while the Welshman struggled to regain his feet.