I was sure Ella was down.
But as she struggled up to her feet, I realized that I was wrong.
I could tell she was in pain, but she pushed on, gritting her teeth as she locked her eyes on mine.
Her gaze was filled with anger, but there was something else I could spot, something I could tell she wanted to keep hidden, even from herself – panic.
I took a deep breath, pushing apart the fear that threatened to crawl up my spine. I felt the old instincts to cower before her, and I fought them off. I no longer had to get on her good graces, so I did exactly what I knew I should do, I smiled.
“Stronger than I expected.” I remarked, my eyes narrowed, “Definitely stronger than what someone who’s sick should be.”
Ella snarled, “Sick or not, I am still going to take my revenge.”
I shook my
