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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.

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

cover up. Too

His jaw. My glove connected so hard I


blood. His this time. Spraying across the white canvas in an

something. I didn’t hear

my own

my heart. Pounding so hard

*More.*

his temple.

let him

Body

rocked back. Eyes

everywhere now. His nose. His mouth. A cut

swung wild. Desperate. His fist caught my

me. My cracked ribs

I didn’t care.

fist slammed into his solar plexus. All the

That look of someone who can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t

*Good.*

stepped in closer. Too close

And I unleashed hell.

the liver. Right cross to the

breaks between hits. No

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Raw. Brutal. Relentless.

To hold

into his thigh. Dead

his face onto the canvas. Making dark

referee was between us now. Pushing me back.

you continue?” The referee’s voice

fighter nodded. Spat blood. Struggled to his

*Wrong answer.*

referee waved

One last

Easy. Like

fist caught him in

a sound–high and broken and absolutely

hit him

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

He fell.

a stumble.

A fall.

the canvas first. Then his hands. Then his

Blood pooling beneath

Not moving.

beside him. Counting.

“One!”

there. Swaying. My whole

“Two!”

down my chin. Mine.

“Three!”

wouldn’t stop shaking. Even through the gloves, I

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“Four!”

was red now. Dark splotches

“Five!”

vision blurred. Everything going soft

“Six!”

on my face. More blood?

Both.

Definitely both.

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