Page 220 of Savage Throne
His gaze snapped back to me, and for the first time, I saw something in his eyes I’d never seen before.
Real fear.
Closer to him, I lunged.
Our blades met in a clash of steel, the force sent a jolt of pain through my body, but I didn’t stumble.
I couldn’t.
Every strike was a battle against exhaustion, against the poison still gnawing at my strength.
But I didn’t stop.
His movements were brutally sharp but there was a hesitation in him now, a glimmer of unease as his gaze kept darting to Moni.
She still had the gun trained on him and her presence was a constant reminder that he wasn’t in control.
And that had to terrify him more than his oncoming death.
Thank God she came into the arena.
I pressed my advantage, lunging at him with a ferocity I didn’t know I possessed.
He danced back, dodging my blows as best he could. But there was an edge of desperation in his movements now.
His bravado was all slipping away from him, so I went harder.
Faster.
My body screamed in protest with every movement but I ignored it.
I was fucking close to getting him.
He was having problems blocking my sword.
Every blow I landed on him was for the years of torment.
For the pain and humiliation.
For kidnapping Moni.
His footing slipped and he stumbled a few times.
Our blades clashed, causing sparks to fly.
He aimed for my throat; I ducked and countered, slashing toward his ribs.
He sidestepped.
I growled. “You’re done.”
He snarled, swinging wide but I caught his blade with mine and twisted, forcing him back.
His footing faltered.
I seized the moment. With a surge of strength, I slashed downward, the edge of my blade biting into his kneecap.
Blood spurted.
