Alpha Darius’ POV
Clara said nothing, settling back into her ready stance.
He came at her again, this time more controlled. His fists were like sledgehammers—one solid connection and the fight would be over. But Clara was water to his stone, flowing around his attacks, never meeting force with force.
When she struck, it was precise—fingers to pressure points, knuckles to nerve clusters. Small hits that accumulated, slowing him down, frustrating him into making mistakes.
The fight lasted longer than the previous two, but the outcome was the same. Kai eventually overcommitted to a haymaker that Clara ducked under, then she swept his leg and drove her knee into his solar plexus as he fell. He curled into himself, gasping for breath.
"Next," I called, satisfaction warming my blood. The pa
