Hope released her breath, unaware that she was being watched and glared into the eyes of her attacker. Fight took over, as he lunged with the knife, and Hope brought up her leg and performed a perfect crescent kick. The instep of her foot caught the mugger's hand and the knife shot from his hand and clattered into the corner. No sooner had he realised what was going on, did Hope's foot come swinging round to connect with his head. He let out an almighty yelp and collapsed in a heap. Hope didn't know what to do. She'd never been in this sort of situation before. Her training had taken over and now she stood solid, gawking down at her work.
In an instant the attacker's comrades had piled into the alley, one of them smashing the only street light, rending it completely dark.
Hope started to panic. She counted five maybe six guys and she knew that she was doomed. Just as was about to accept her fate, a commotion started just a few feet on front of her.
The men were being attacked! By whom she had no idea, but he was fast! Within seconds the men had been neutralised and then there was silence. Through the darkness her rescuer was advancing towards her. He got close enough for her to just about make out his face. He seemed to think better of coming to her though and stopped.
But Hope saw his eyes.
And she almost passed out.
Those eyes.
The most beautiful brown eyes that she'd ever seen.
She was completely fixated on this moment.
And she never wanted it to end. It was him. It was her One. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as he turned and their gaze was ripped from her. Leaving her totally alone.