Audrey’s POV
Vaughn swung at me again, fast and brutal. I barely dodged, feeling the rush of air as his fist passed inches from my face.
He was strong. Too strong. If he landed a clean hit, I wouldn’t get back up.
I needed to make him lose control.
I stepped back, keeping my movements light. "Is that all you’ve got?"
Vaughn growled, his muscles tensing. "You’re dead."
He charged, aiming for my ribs. At the last second, I twisted, letting him stumble past me. He recovered fast, but not before I landed a quick strike to his side.
It wasn’t much, but it was something.
The crowd murmured. They weren’t expecting me to last this long.
Vaughn’s eyes darkened. His smirk was gone.
Again, he was angry.
Good, angry fighters made mistakes.
I just had to be ready to use them.
Vaughn cracke
