Page 92 of Dating Goals
“You die now,” he announces.
“Can I at least know why?” I plead, swinging the umbrella. “Is it because I beat the Davos team last week? Their fans are passionate, but this seems excessive!”
He lunges. I sidestep. Barely.
“Can we just…”
The assassin takes out another knife.
“Seriously? How many of those do you have?”
I frantically look around for an escape route, but the door behind me is locked. Scarface is blocking the only way out.
“I’m really not worth killing,” I babble. “I’m Canadian. The most dangerous thing I’ve ever done is eat gas station sushi!”
He cracks his neck left, then right in that universal bad-guy gesture.
This is it. I’m going to die on a luxury train in Switzerland.
I close my eyes and prepare for impact. They say right before you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. But all I can think of is Anika. At least I got to kiss her. Once.
Then suddenly…CRASH!
The compartment door flies open behind Scarface, and a blur of red fingernails spins into the room. It’s Elodie.
She launches into a spinning kick that connects with Scarface’s jaw, sending him staggering sideways. Her evening gown somehow transforms into an outfit perfectly suited for combat, the slit in her dress now practical rather than just seductive.
“Duck!” she shouts.
I drop to the floor as she flips over my head, her stiletto heel catching Scarface under the chin. Ouch, that’ll be another scar.
He quickly recovers and swings at her, but she catches his wrist mid-strike, twists it at an angle, and follows with an elbow to his throat.
“Should I…help?” I call out, watching as she somersaults over his shoulders.
“Stay!” she grunts, deflecting a punch that leaves a dent in the metal wall panel.
“I’m not a dog,” I protest, then immediately duck back down.
Scarface, now full of rage, grabs Elodie by the throat, lifting her off the ground. I scramble to my feet, ready to tackle him, but Elodie wraps her legs around his arm, twists her body, and somehow flips him to the floor. But he grabs her ankle as he falls, pulling her down with him. He’s on top of her now, throwing punches. But Elodie is quick, evading his blows.
I throw the umbrella at him, which bounces off his shoulder lamely, but at least it affords Elodie enough of a distraction tobreak free. She grabs the Hello Kitty umbrella and cracks it over his head, snapping it in two. Now I’m feeling sorry for the poor kid who will be very sad without her umbrella.
Henchman staggers back, finally showing signs of slowing down. But then he lunges at Elodie, catching the fabric of her dress and tearing it.
Time stands still as Elodie looks down at her dress and slowly looks back up at the assassin. Then with rage she had clearly been holding back, she pounces.
“This. Was. Valentino.” Each word is punctuated by a devastating strike. Throat, kidney, knee.
Scarface stumbles back, searching his pockets for more weapons. But it seems he’s fresh out.
Elodie catches her breath and with a steady, deadly voice says, “I’ve had quite enough of this.”
She kicks off her heels in one smooth motion, sending one of them flying directly into his forehead.
I spot a fire extinguisher mounted on the wall and make a dash for it. “Elodie! Catch!”
I yank it free and toss it toward her, but Scarface intercepts it midair and swings it at Elodie’s head.
