Davina's POV
I turned to the girl. I was going to pretend she was the punching bag back home. So I landed the first punch to her face.
The thing was that, punching bags never fought back. But this lady? She seemed to know what she was doing, and it didn't help that I was weak from the drug and the silver chains.
But I would not let that stop me. So I began to hit. I had no plans, to strategy— just my hands colliding against her in harsh punches. She dodged some, but I handed her enough to wound her.
Her kicks became wild, hitting me in vulnerable places, but I knew I had no choice. Kane did say I would only get to rest if I win this round. So I continued. I ignored my own pain, as I punched her stomach, and another under her jaw.
For a moment, I thought I had the upper hand, until I f
