JUSTIN’S POV
She’s here.
Allison is in this dumpster of a place, watching me fight and God, she’s too close. I want to glance at her again, just for a second, but I can’t. Hash will see it as an opening and land another punch, just like last time. Or maybe… I’ve just seen enough.
She’s here with that mouth-breather of hers, and they look cozy. I guess they’ve patched things up already. In what universe, what timeline, will Allison ever dump him and stand her ground?
“Already tired?” Hash sneers, cracking his neck.
If I’m tired, he’d already be on the ground. I’m just warming up because realistically, a fight’s supposed to last at least ten minutes to entertain these morons. There’s no point putting him down too fast.
I gesture for him to come get me and of course, he takes the bait.
