“That’s what you think,” Arym said, waving her away. “But he’s actually proposed to me. Haven’t you, darling?”
I didn’t know what to say.
“That settles it,” Myra said grimly. “I won’t let you get your claws into him. You’ve talked too much already. I’m going to take you to the police. They can choose between us.”
Arym looked alarmed, “Oh no, you’re not,” she said, sliding off the bed. “That wouldn’t do at all,” and she made for the door.
“Don’t let her get away,” I shouted, trying to reach her.
Myra made a dash towards her, but Arym was too quick. As she opened the door, Lew came bounding in.
Then things happened. I kicked over the table in front of Lew. Aryrn disappeared out of the room, slamming the door behind her and Myra suddenly swooped up to the ceiling.
As the table went over, the man-trap apparatus crashed on the floor. The fall set the mechanism working; there was a whirr of wheels and the handcuff clicked open. I just managed to get it off my wrist as Lew came at me.
I stopped a punch on the side of my head that made my teeth rattle, but I managed to slow him down with a counter to his belly.
He stepped back and Myra grabbed his hair. She twined her fingers almost lovingly in his locks and pulled.