Nova's POV
They went at each other in the center of the room. Their strikes were lethal at a breakneck speed.
The doctor moved like an assassin skillfully using the cramped environment to avoid Jordan's heavy strikes, retaliating with heavy, fast cuts.
"Watch out!" I gasped.
The harsh fluorescents beamed harshly on the silver knife. The air turned cold and my body pressed against Jax's bed. Each strike Jordan evaded had my heart racing wildly.
I searched around with my eyes, focused on a weapon, anything useful to protect myself. Nothing of use showed, and the table clashed as their body hit the wall.
Jordan was struggling to match his strike, his grip solid. The man was shorter and kept throwing the knife around and the door opened.
Mercer flashed in, his face frantic as he spok
