Chapter 32 - Novak
I TOOK A HARD HIT TO my jaw, making the bruise already there throb all the worse. The force of the blow sent me stumbling back until I hit the rickety old wooden table behind me. It couldn’t support my weight and ended up crashing down beneath me. A whoosh of air escaped my lungs harshly, thanks to the force of the landing. My back ached beneath me, pieces of chipped, splintered wood pressing into my skin.
What a night.
I would have been faring a lot better in the fight if I hadn’t been already injured. But my body was protesting the work I was forcing it to do and I wasn’t having as much luck with this man as I might have under different circumstances.
He had to have had some sort of previous fighting experience. Maybe ex-military. They weren’t always the most intel
