**chapter 7**
As Roxy felt herself being drawn closer to the man who had seized her, she fought to break free. His grip, however, remained unyielding. With determination, she struggled once more, her free hand searching for the concealed daggers hidden on her person. Suddenly, a second man lunged forward, grasping her free arm. "Damn, damn, damn," Roxy thought as she renewed her efforts to escape, aware of her futility. Tapping into her fiery energy, she let it surge down her arms, scorching both men who held her. They howled in pain and released her, giving her the opening to draw her daggers.
“f*****g Pyris,” one of the men spat, eyes narrowing with anger.
Roxy crouched low, both daggers poised in front of her, ready for combat. “Come on, let’s dance then,” she taunted with a smirk.
