CAROLINE'S POV
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Zyran was down for a week. A f*****g week. The amount of poison Lucian used must have been a lot. My gut churns at the thought. If Zyran wasn't with me, he could have died. Lucian could have killed him. I push the thought away, letting it flow to the back of my head as I dodge Lucian's fist. The sight of him has fire simmering in my veins, the energy pushing me to go faster, and I dance around him, dodging every hit he throws, avoiding every kick, and the sweet taste of victory is as sweet as ever.
Lucian stands, his chest heaving as his eyes roll, exposing most of the whites. "Giving up already?" I taunt, but there's no satisfaction in this. I want to slice him with words, make him crumble, but I already know nothing I say would matter to him. "You're angry," He state
