Elara's head snapped sideways the moment the slap landed hard against her cheek. For the first few seconds, she couldn't even hear anything properly except the loud ringing inside her ears.
"There we go," the man said with a mocking laugh. "I was starting to think your face couldn't move."
Elara's jaw clenched tightly. Slowly, she lowered her head to the side before spitting blood onto the wet ground.
Shit.
Without hesitation, she suddenly drove her knee upward, slamming it hard into the space between his thighs.
The man stumbled backwards instantly, cursing violently under his breath as he grabbed at his groin.
Elara pressed her lips together and tried to stand up. The pain shooting through her leg was unbearable. The moment she finally managed to straighten herself, a sharp pain tore through her ankle forcing a cold breath out of her lips.
"Elara!"
