Eve
Jules lunged at me again, her speed blinding. I barely managed to dodge, feeling the air shift as her fist grazed past my face. My muscles burned, screaming at me to stop, but I couldn't afford to slow down—not now, not when survival was hanging by a thread.
I feinted left and dove right, aiming low. My shoulder slammed into her ribs, and for a split second, she stumbled. A surge of hope flared in my chest, but it was short-lived. Her hand shot down, tangling in my hair, and yanked me backward with brutal force. I choked on a cry, my scalp screaming in protest as I was thrown to the ground again.
Jules loomed over me, a strange dark amusement glinting in her eyes. "You fight like a cornered rat," she taunted, crouching beside me. "It's poetic that you will also die like one."
