Maisie
I raised my hand in defense, but he braced himself low. "You're on offense, Adams. Give it your best shot."
He was taunting me. Mocking me.
I lunged without thinking about it. I was tired and irritated and hot. And I went for a clean shot at that annoying face. But Mercer sidestepped without any effort and I stumbled through empty air, landing on my hands and knees.
My jaw tightened.
"Predictable." He called. "You went where your brain told you to go. Your brain is not your friend in a fight." He walked around to face me again. "What does your body want to do?"
The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. "To punch your teeth out."
His eyes grew dark. The air suddenly felt heavier, thicker. "Then do that, if you can."
My teeth gritted and I lunged again, only to grasp at air.
