Elijah Vega.
What is she—
What is she doing here?
Enid has already seen her. I see the exact moment his smirk deepens because he knows. He knows.
"I’m ready." I crack my knuckles, hard enough to feel the bones shift. I imagine my fist ploughing through his skull, shattering membrane and bone, painting the gravel with his f*****g arrogance. That’s all I want right now but Paloma’s presence brings something volatile in my chest. She is not supposed to see me fight. She is not supposed to see me in my nature.
Enid steps forward and rolls his shoulders. I know his style…every feint, every pivot because for a brief, cursed time, he was my teacher. I know he favors his right leg like its poetry. I know where the spear strikes come from. So, he starts how he always starts but I’m not the s
