His Trouble Maker

Chapter 48

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Kael plays dirty. No one says it, but everyone fucking knows it. He’s ranked first every time in combat training, and it’s because he never fights fait.

“Well?” Kael’s voice is a low growl, sharp, taunting. “Aren’t you going to throw the first punch-”

I don’t hesitate. I fucking throw my fist at him, fast and hard.

Kael dodges just in time. His hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist like he knew it was coming, and the next thing I know, his elbow slams into my ribs. The breath rushes out of me, sharp and painful. My vision blurs. I stumble back, gasping, but before I can get my bearings-

Kael’s knee connects with my stomach.

“Ah!” The sound rips from my throat as I double over, choking. Pain. White–hot pain.

I’m not fucking stopping.

I push back, gasping for air, but Kael doesn’t let up. His hand catches my neck, tight–too tight. His fingers dig in, and the world tilts as he slams my head into the floor.

The impact rattles my skull. My body shakes with the force. I can’t breathe. I try to push against him, but my hands are too weak, my body too fucking tired.

Kael laughs. That arrogant, sickening laugh. “Come on,” he sneers, twisting my arm behind my back. “You’re not gonna give up yet, are you?”

I growl through clenched teeth, fury rising up like a firestorm inside of me. I don’t give up.

I twist my body, using every ounce of what’s left in me, and slam my fist into his side. The hit isn’t clean, isn’t perfect, but it’s enough to make him grunt. It buys me a second.

One fucking second.

But it’s enough.

to scramble to my feet. My legs

give me time to breathe. His hand shoots out, grabbing my arm, twisting it behind my

heat of his body pressed against my back. I try to break free, but Kael’s

my face, mixing with sweat and blood. It’s a slap

at him as

hold. I need to move, need to get the fuck out, but he’s too fast, too strong. My fist comes up, aiming for his face,

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knee digging into my stomach, pressing the air out of my lungs as he presses his body down on me. My blood

I need to move.

Kael’s grip doesn’t loosen.

my arm free from his grip–pain screaming

him in a violent rush, but Kael doesn’t loosen his grip. His hands are crushing my throat, grinding the life out of

My vision goes blurry.

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fighting

I can’t-

I can’t-

getting harder, and every second is

I refuse.

can’t die

fog of my failing consciousness. I

Grayson.

but his eyes–they’re fucking clear. Wide with panic. His eyes are locked on me, filled with rage and worry. He’s charging toward me, but Pierce steps in front of him, blocking him

Everything inside me snaps.

strength, the rage, the need to survive–it all crashes

twist again. My nails dig into Kael’s flesh as I claw, raking across his arms, desperate, frantic. I feel the burn in my throat, but I

for a second. That’s all I

body bucking beneath him as I use the last bit of