Hunter’s POV
Amidst the chaos that Eleanor had created, her father found me almost immediately.
“Bring her back here immediately!” He yelled over the noise.
“Yes, sir.” I answered.
I left the banquet hall and started running towards her car—I was the only one who knew where it was parked. Thinking about it, it suddenly made a lot of sense that she parked behind the banquet hall rather than in front of it—she was clever, I couldn’t deny that.
I caught up with Eleanor in no time, but the second I reached her, she swung a perfect punch at me. It was a punch that came from someone who was clearly skilled in combat, swift and fierce (just like she was). It was a good punch, but unfortunately for her, she was no match for me.
I dodged another punch and took hold of her wrists, subduing her
