Chapter 10

—Ellie—

Tristan blocked my attack by hitting my wrist. My years of training with Mateo prevented me from dropping the knife despite the sharp pain in my wrist.

A smile crossed Tristan’s face, and I released my dress and rammed my fist into his abdomen while I slashed the knife at him once more. The blade grazed his arm and blood trickled down, but Trista didn’t even wince.

His smile got wider as he took a step back, completely unfazed. I lunged at him but got caught in my long skirt. I barreled into Tristan and tried to land another deadlier cut. We fell and Tristan landed on his back with me on top of him. I straddled him and stabbed at his stomach, but he gripped my wrist with a twisted grin on his face.

I tried to force the knife down, but Tristan didn’t budge. And then, suddenly, he showed me what it was like when he actually tried fighting back.

He bucked his hips, and before I could react, I landed on my back and Tristan was on top