The Fighter's Obsession
I drove my elbow into his ribs, once, twice, until he grunted and rolled off.
But the third man was already coming.
Another kick, this time to my gut. I curled in, clutching my side.
Somewhere in my skull, a stupid memory surfaced. Laura humming in the shower, off-key, always Adele. Said she wasn’t afraid of anything except being forgotten.
Not tonight.
I forced myself up, blood in my mouth, rage in my throat.
“Cassian!” Laura sobbed. “Please—”
The fourth guy, the big bastard still holding her, was smiling now.
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