My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 53

Sera

I opened my right eye.

Taya was staring at my face. Her confident smile faltered. She watched the bleeding stop. She saw my nose straighten.

"What are you doing?" Taya demanded. Her voice wavered for a fraction of a second.

I did not answer. I bucked my hips upward. I used every ounce of strength I had left in my core.

Taya lost her balance. She pitched forward, her hands hitting the dirt next to my head to catch herself.

I shoved her heavy chest off me. I scrambled out from under her legs. I rolled across the frost and pushed myself up to my feet. My left thigh screamed in protest, but I locked the knee. I stood there, panting heavily. Steam rose from my blood-soaked tunic in the freezing air.

Taya stood up quickly. She wiped the dirt from her hands. She looked truly angry now. The arrogance was gone. She realized I was healing. She realized I was not going to just lie there and let her beat me unconscious.

"You are just delaying the inevitable," Taya spat. She raised her fists and started circling me again. Her steps were heavier. She wanted to end it quickly now.

Torin yelled again from the sidelines. "Alpha Volkov! She cannot win! You are letting her suffer for nothing!"

Fenris ignored him. He looked right at me.

"Does she yield?" Fenris asked. His voice carried perfectly across the dirt ring. He directed the question entirely at me.

I looked at Taya. I looked at the blood coating her knuckles. My body felt incredibly heavy. The forced healing had drained a massive amount of my energy. I couldn't take another series of direct hits. I couldn't out-muscle her.

Angry fighters make mistakes.

I dropped my hands to my sides. I left my face completely open and unprotected. I stood up straight, ignoring the throbbing pain in my jaw and the burning in my leg.

Taya stopped circling. She frowned. Her eyes darted to my empty hands, then back to my face. She didn't charge. She was a trained fighter; she recognized bait when she saw it, even if she didn't understand the strategy behind it.

"No," I said loudly. I spat a thick glob of bloody saliva onto the dirt right in front of Taya’s boots. "I do not yield."

Taya glared at me. "Put your guard up, Southern trash."

"Why?" I asked. I forced a bloody, broken smile. "So you can hit my arms again? You aren't doing any real damage."

Taya’s jaw tightened. She didn't lose her temper. She stepped in sharply and threw a crisp, technical left jab aimed right at my nose.

I watched her shoulder. I slipped to the right. The punch missed by two inches.

I didn't counter. I just stepped back and left my hands hanging by my thighs.

"Slow," I said.

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