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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.

Twice. Three times. Each

cover up.

switched targets. His jaw. My glove


Spraying across the white

referee was shouting something. I didn’t hear

was my own breathing.

my heart. Pounding so hard

*More.*

drove into his temple. He went sideways.

didn’t let him

shot. Body shot.

head rocked back.

everywhere now. His nose. His mouth. A cut above his eye pouring red down his

His fist

through me.

I didn’t care.

slammed into his solar plexus. All the air

someone who can’t

*Good.*

in closer. Too close

And I unleashed hell.

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

between hits. No breathing room.

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Raw. Brutal. Relentless.

To hold on.

knee into his thigh. Dead leg

down to one knee. Blood dripping from his face onto the canvas. Making

us now. Pushing

referee’s

Spat blood. Struggled to his

*Wrong answer.*

waved

charged. One

Easy. Like

him in the kidney

a sound–high and

I hit him again. Same

That particular kind of pain that

He fell.

a stumble. Not a

A fall.

canvas first.

flat. Blood pooling beneath

Not moving.

beside him.

“One!”

there. Swaying. My whole

“Two!”

chin. Mine.

“Three!”

through the gloves, I could

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“Four!”

canvas was red now. Dark

“Five!”

blurred. Everything going soft around the

“Six!”

face.

Both.

Definitely both.

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