Phoebe's POV
I purposely picked the darkest, narrowest alley and slipped inside. As expected, those footsteps tailed me without missing a beat.
The idiot probably figured that in this dead-end alley, a helpless girl like me had nowhere to bolt and would be a piece of cake. They weren't even trying to muffle their breathing anymore.
The crunch of a dry twig under someone's boot gave them away.
I stopped at the perfect moment. Without spinning around, I quickly pressed myself flat against the brick wall. My stalker charged forward, and just as they closed in, I whipped around, seized their shoulder with a firm grip, and before they could blink, drove my knee hard into their gut.
