Anywhere at all.

Aurora had stood up from the floor, somehow the pain in her ankle had subsided—she was too angry to feel it. She had trained for years, not for things like this, but to kill the king. She wasn't weak.

Though she had never had to take down seven grown men, she would not back down from a fight.

Malik smirked, running his tongue over his lips as his eyes swept over her body. "I can't wait to see how you look undressed, darling," he said, and the others laughed at his words.

"Well, too bad," Aurora shot back, her voice cold. "Because the next thing you'll be seeing is your death."

"Oh? All of a sudden, you're tough now?" Malik sneered.

Before he could utter another word, Aurora lunged forward, her fist colliding with his face. The force of the blow sent him flying, and he hit the ground hard, groaning. His men gaped at her, stunned into silence.