Ghost POVWe circle each other, feet shifting, eyes locked. There’s no noise from the rest of the club. No one’s coming to stop us. They know better. This isn’t sparring. This isn’t posturing. This is a war that’s been simmering under the surface since the day she showed up with blood on her hands and no apology in her eyes.She lunges, and I catch her wrist mid-strike, twisting it hard. The blade clatters to the floor, but she’s already moving, a punch landing square against my ribs. I grunt, then retaliate, grabbing her by the back of the neck and slamming her into the nearest wall. Her breath leaves her in a sharp gasp, but she uses the momentum to kick off the wall and wrap her legs around my waist, taking us both to the ground again.This time, I don’t hold back. I land a solid punch to her ribs, and she growls, not screams, just this low sound
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