Chapter 47
‘tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
III.iv
As freeing as running in gentleman’s clothing can be, Concordia’s breath soon came in heaving gasps and her body trembled with over-exertion. She felt as if she were running through mud, her legs leaden weights. She heard Flynn close in behind her, his own breathing labored.
If he were going to catch her, she would at least make it painful. She stopped and turned abruptly just as he was about to tackle her, planting her feet apart and curling her fist, which she buried in his abdomen.
With a heavy oomph of pain, he was on the ground, bringing Concordia down with him. She winced as she fell on her sore shoulder. Ow. Her hand hurt, too.
No wonder ladies don’t usually throw punches.
Flynn gave her a vicious slap that
