Evelyn’s POV
She cracked her knuckles, stretched herself and stepped up to me.
We started circling each other, her eyes filled with disdain, mine steady and calm. She sneered at me, “You’re going to regret this, princess.”
I smiled, “Big words for someone about to hit the floor.”
Trash talk was my strong suit, learnt a lot from my brother.
Eason and his soldiers could come and go all day.
She growled, lunging first, aiming for my shoulder. I quickly sidestepped, her punch missing by inches, and she stumbled forward.
With a graceful turn, I struck her in the side.
A collective gasp could be heard from the crowd. She inhaled sharply as well, shock flashing across her face.
“How the f**k—”
“Don’t worry, I won’t keep you down long,” I giggled.
She snarled and came at me again,
