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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.

into his exposed ribs. Once. Twice. Three times. Each hit

to cover up.

His jaw. My glove connected so hard I felt


across the white canvas in an arc

something. I didn’t

heard was my own breathing.

Pounding so hard it

*More.*

temple.

didn’t let

shot. Body

rocked

cut

Desperate. His fist caught

exploded through me. My

I didn’t care.

into his solar plexus. All the air left

went gray. That look of someone who can’t breathe. Can’t

*Good.*

stepped in closer. Too close for him to

And I unleashed hell.

Right cross to the

No breathing

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Raw. Brutal. Relentless.

hold on. To

thigh. Dead leg shot.

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

us now. Pushing me back. Checking

you continue?” The referee’s voice sounded distant.

nodded. Spat blood. Struggled to his

*Wrong answer.*

waved us

One

Easy. Like

fist caught him in the kidney as

a sound–high and broken

hit him again.

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

He fell.

stumble. Not

A fall.

hit the canvas first. Then his hands. Then his

flat. Blood

Not moving.

referee dropped beside him. Counting.

“One!”

there. Swaying. My

“Two!”

down my chin. Mine.

“Three!”

shaking. Even through the gloves, I could see them

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“Four!”

canvas was red now. Dark splotches everywhere. A

“Five!”

vision blurred. Everything going soft around

“Six!”

face. More blood? Or

Both.

Definitely both.

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