Chapter Fifty-Five
Sadistic pleasure gleams in Koschei’s green eyes as he watches me dangle in front of him.
His grip on my neck is cutting off all air and crushing my trachea.
Based on my encounter with drowning and my training for a water escape, I know I don’t have much time.
Desperately channeling all my martial arts lessons, I aim a punch at Koschei’s face with my right fist.
My knuckles connect with his jaw, and my hand feels like I broke it.
Wincing, he tries to smack me with his free hand.
Just as Thalia had taught me, I block his blow with my right forearm. Something cracks, but I ignore the pain and punch him with the left fist at the same time as I kick with my legs.
Face contorted by an ugly grimace, Koschei squeezes my neck even harder. I think he intends to break it i
