XVII: On the wake of broken dreams Part 2

The fight was a massacre, and more than once I felt like giving up, but every time I did, something inside me forced me to my feet.

The prince clearly outmatched me in strength, experience, and stamina. All I had going for me was my nimbleness and Selene’s continual presence inside me, which saved me from being pulverized by the man.

As I hit the ground again, for what seemed to be the hundredth time, and my arms began pushing me back onto my feet, the prince’s foot stepped into my hand, eliciting a sharp cry from my lips.

“Yield,” he huffed from above, and I grit my teeth together, trying to fend off the pain from my many injuries and the one coming from my hand. “You cannot win, yield!” His foot came down harder on my hand and I did cried out in pain when it hit. But instead of doing as he said, I curled around his feet and bit down into his leg, tasting blood.