Chapter Eighty-Three. Lady Justice.
Hannah’s Point of View.
Adrenaline pumps through my body, as I move to the centre of the circle. Every cell is on high alert as my eyes never leave that of my opponent. I watch as Austin removes the chains that have bound her, zoning in on every last detail. I am looking for the smallest of tells. A blink of an eye, clench of the jaw, flick of a finger, shuffling of a foot. We begin to circle around, both of us waiting for the other to flinch, or strike.
Patience, that is what I need here. Lots of patience. Winning a fight is not about who strikes hardest or fastest, it’s about using your brain, thinking the next move, studying your opponent, learning what there moves and tells are. Yes, I have more patience than almost anyone else, even Asher, and
