I didn’t wait for the shock to wear off.
The moment my fist connected with his face, the whole courtyard detonated.
Shouts exploded around me—chairs scraped concrete, someone’s cup hit the ground, and the guy I hit was stumbling back with blood dripping from his nose, swearing like he thought it made him dangerous.
“You b***h!”
I was already moving again.
He lunged for me—sloppy, wide swing—but I ducked it and drove my knee into his gut. He folded like a bad poker hand. Another one grabbed my arm from behind, but I twisted and rammed my elbow into his ribs hard enough to hear the crack.
They thought I was soft. They thought they were the threat.
They were wrong.
One of them tried to circle around, but he didn’t make it far—Koda was already there, grabbing the guy by the shirt and s
