Seven
Gray
The only warning I had was a tingling at the base of my neck and a gentle whisper inside my mind.
Duck.
Instinctively, I dropped into a crouch, feeling the whoosh of air over my head as Jonathan swung his fist.
No way was I giving him another shot—I rocketed back up to my feet, simultaneously driving the heel of my hand into his nose.
The bone snapped. Blood gushed down his face.
Jonathan wailed and cradled his busted nose, but within seconds, he was coming at me again, his eyes crazed, his voice pitched high.
“You’re nothing but a demon slut!” he shouted, taking another awkward swing. I dodged, easily pivoting away from him. He coughed and sputtered as the blood ran into his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from hurling more insults. “You knocked me out so you could let
