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Seraphina’s POV 1

The canvas was wet with my blood.

I could taste it. Copper and salt flooding my mouth. Every breath sent fire through my cracked ribs.

He was standing over me. Grinning. Waiting for me to stay down.

*Fuck him.*

The thought exploded through my brain with crystalline clarity.

*Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck everything.*

I wasn’t dying here.

Not for him. Not for this crowd. Not for anyone.

He came at me.

And I moved.


Not away. Not defense. Not survival.

Attack.

My body moved before my brain caught up. Pure instinct. Pure rage.

His fist swung toward my face.

I dropped low. Felt the air whistle over my head.

Then I exploded upward.

My fist drove into his chin with everything I had left. The impact traveled up my arm like an electric shock. Knuckles meeting bone with

a crack that echoed through the warehouse.

His head snapped back. Blood sprayed from his mouth–bright red droplets catching the overhead lights.

The crowd roared. I didn’t hear them.

I hit him again.

Ribs. Same spot I’d been aiming for all fight. Felt something give way under my glove. Cartilage maybe. Or bone.

He grunted. Doubled over.


My knee came up. Found his face.

The crunch was sickening. Beautiful. His nose exploded in a fountain of red.

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He staggered backward. Both hands flying to his face. Blood pouring between his fingers.

*Not enough.”

Three years of pain. Three years of breaking apart in silence.

*Not. Fucking. Enough.*

I went after him.

ribs. Once. Twice. Three times. Each

cover up.

glove connected so hard I


time. Spraying across the white canvas in an arc

referee was shouting something.

I heard was my own breathing. Harsh.

heart. Pounding so hard it

*More.*

temple. He

didn’t let

Body shot.

rocked back.

mouth. A cut above his eye

wild. Desperate. His fist caught my

me.

I didn’t care.

his solar plexus. All the air left his lungs in

of someone who can’t breathe. Can’t

*Good.*

close for him to

And I unleashed hell.

liver. Right cross to the jaw. Elbow to the side of his

between hits. No breathing room.

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Raw. Brutal. Relentless.

tried to clinch. To hold

his thigh.

went down to one knee. Blood dripping from his face onto the canvas. Making dark pools that spread like spilled

was between us now. Pushing me back.

The referee’s voice sounded

blood. Struggled to

*Wrong answer.*

waved

charged. One

sidestepped. Easy.

him in the kidney as he

a sound–high and

I hit him

whole body locked up. That particular kind of pain that makes

He fell.

a stumble. Not a

A fall.

canvas first. Then

Completely flat. Blood pooling

Not moving.

referee dropped beside him. Counting.

“One!”

there. Swaying. My whole

“Two!”

ran down my chin. Mine. His. I

“Three!”

stop shaking. Even through the

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“Four!”

was red now. Dark splotches everywhere. A massacre

“Five!”

vision blurred. Everything going

“Six!”

warm on my face. More blood? Or

Both.

Definitely both.

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