25. A Match

EVANGELINE.

“Ok then, on three. One… Two… Three!” Chasyn signal goes and in a blink, Maryka darts at me, punching me across the face. I gasp as my head snaps to the side, feeling the jarring pain in my

neck and cheeks as I stumble back.

Zedkiel snarls, about to step forward. At the

same time Chasyn does, his eyes widening in

alarm and fear for his Luna. “It’s fine. We’re

fine. Please.” I whisper to Zedkiel, the taste of

blood in my mouth. My heart thumps loudly and I look at the brunette. A competitive glint in

her eyes.

Of course, there will be… they will all want to

win…

“Let them go at it, it will help Evangeline.” Chasyn murmurs, walking around to his

brother. I have a feeling it’s to stop him in case he tries something against Maryka. Zedkiel’s eyes narrow but he says nothing, his eyes burning red…

I focus on Maryka, thinking she went straight

for the face.

“Are there any rules?” I ask.

“None.” Zedkiel replies coldly.

someone who doesn’t really like me but is pretending for others… It was disappointing but

herself at me again, and this time I duck. Moving aside, I stumble back as she spins. on the ball of her feet. She’s lithe and fast, wasting no time

“Fight!” She exclaims.

when you’re tired…

to me, move to the

and I

back, the breath knocked. from me. I gasp as I try

pain shoot up

I throw a clumsy punch of my own. She catches my fist, twisting it around, and pushes

my ass before she shoves me back. My head connects with the

large weight training machines. I roll over as she lunges at me and I catch her with my feet, which connect with her

I hope I don’t overdo it.

over myself and straight into the machinery behind us. I flinch when I hear the clang of the machine and the pained whimper that comes from her before her body lands on the floor.

“That was low.”

behind her once again. She runs at me, and I do the same, but instead of attacking her, I jump, grabbing

swinging my leg up straight

straight with her face. She falls and I drop to the ground, stumbling

hurt from when

Zedkiel says, his voice holding a hint of surprise.

the floor, slowly getting

interest.

alright?” I

to her. She smacks it away and I

Zedkiel to place a hand on my shoulder. I

a lot more damage and

wouldn’t heal. 1

woman who, to my horror, is bleeding from her nose. “You shouldn’t be

loser. You were happy

yet the moment you got

fake people, Maryka. Consider this a warning. Stay away from my woman

up sharply. “Zedkiel… they can-”

shirt, taking hold of my wrist as he pulls me towards the door. I bite back a whimper as pain rushes through my aching arm. But my heart is thumping for another reason… He called me by my name…

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