ALEXANDER
The fight had been going on long enough for patience to wear thin. Marcus’s tactics were relentless—lunges from angles I didn’t expect, claws aimed at pressure points, snapping at every opportunity. I had kept Adrian locked away, kept control, played fair as I promised myself I would.
But the truth hit me in the gut with every strike I absorbed. Faye was right—fair wasn’t going to save me. Fair wasn’t going to win this. Marcus was relentless, vicious, and utterly without conscience. And I could feel the strain in my jaw, the tension coiling in my muscles, the heat behind my eyes.
I kept circling, keeping my distance, deflecting and dodging. But every move I made felt slower than it should. My breathing grew heavier, controlled only by force of will. I caught a glimpse of Faye
