Chapter 31
The fight started the second Serial stepped fully onto the mat. She moved like a predator—fast, precise, no wasted motion. Riley raised her fists, trying to find her center, but her body betrayed her immediately. The limp made her stance uneven; every shift of weight sent fresh pain spiking up her leg. Serial didn’t hesitate. The first strike came as a jab to Riley’s ribs. She blocked—barely—but the force rattled her teeth. Serial followed with a hook that clipped Riley’s jaw, snapping her head to the side. Blood bloomed inside her mouth. “Fight back, 100!” Serial snarled, circling. “Or is running all you know how to do?” Riley ducked the next punch, weaving left, but Serial anticipated it. A knee drove into Riley’s midsection, folding her in half. Air whooshed out of her lungs. She st
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