Grayson's smirk was sharp. "You've been a thorn in my side for far too long," he growled, circling her like a wolf closing in on prey.
Scarlett squared her shoulders, refusing to let fear show. "You talk a lot for someone about to lose," she shot back, her tone biting.
He lunged, his movements quick and forceful. She blocked his first strike with a swift sidestep, aiming a punch at his ribs. He deflected it, grabbing her arm and twisting it sharply, making her gasp.
"You think you're clever," Grayson sneered, tightening his grip. "But this ends tonight."
Scarlett retaliated, driving her knee into his stomach. The blow loosened his hold, and she pulled free, her movements fluid as adrenaline surged through her veins.
"You've underestimated me before," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos around them.
Nathan's sharp voice cut through the fray. "Scarlett, move!"