Abbey’s POV
‘Come on my dear, you can do better’ Demitri taunts as I turn my face and spit out a mouthful of blood, raising my fists again. Thank you Hallick for teaching me self defence before you met Seona, you’ve given me a chance.
The man across from me, grins, his eyes glinting in the single light above us, openly enjoying every moment.
I step forward, swinging for him again, my fist connecting with his face as Demitri makes no move to block the blow.
‘Delicious’ he murmurs, ‘you have so much anger, I can taste it! A stark contrast to Paul . . oh he was desperate, but only for his own life . . ‘
I freeze at his words, ‘what about Paul’ I demand.
Demitri shrugs innocently, ‘Me and my men paid him a little visit, asked him a few questions . . ‘
I swallow thickly, ‘Paul is in pris
