They traded blow after blow and Tom was almost on his knees, trembling and unable to handle Christopher’s powerful strikes, but still I couldn’t shrug off the odd feeling that something was wrong, even though we had the upper hand now and were more or less winning.
Christopher, too, was starting to feel smug about it and I wanted to yell out to him, to not let his guard down, because there was something certainly amiss.
My eyes raked over the crowd, once again and saw an unexpected face among them that I blinked twice, confirming it was her indeed. It was none other than Sophie, from whose house we had taken off to here.
What the hell was Sophie doing here? Hadn’t Luke knocked her out and even if she woke up on her own accord, there was no way at all that she could actually follow us he
