His Dark Obsession

25. A Match

EVANGELINE.

“Ok then, on three. One… Two… Three!” Chasyn signal goes and in a blink, Maryka darts at me, punching me across the face. I gasp as my head snaps to the side, feeling the jarring pain in my

neck and cheeks as I stumble back.

Zedkiel snarls, about to step forward. At the

same time Chasyn does, his eyes widening in

alarm and fear for his Luna. “It’s fine. We’re

fine. Please.” I whisper to Zedkiel, the taste of

blood in my mouth. My heart thumps loudly and I look at the brunette. A competitive glint in

her eyes.

Of course, there will be… they will all want to

win…

“Let them go at it, it will help Evangeline.” Chasyn murmurs, walking around to his

brother. I have a feeling it’s to stop him in case he tries something against Maryka. Zedkiel’s eyes narrow but he says nothing, his eyes burning red…

I focus on Maryka, thinking she went straight

for the face.

“Are there any rules?” I ask.

“None.” Zedkiel replies coldly.

had an expression that I recognise pretty well on her face. The look of someone who doesn’t really like me but is pretending for others… It was disappointing but I didn’t let it show on my face. I need to focus on winning and doing my best. All

this time I duck. Moving aside, I stumble back as she spins. on the ball of her feet. She’s lithe and fast, wasting no time in between attacks. I keep ducking

“Fight!” She exclaims.

when

occurring to me, move

and I

back, the breath knocked. from me. I gasp as I try to regain myself only

feeling the jarring pain shoot up

them. She yanks my hair back and I throw a clumsy punch of my own. She catches my fist, twisting it around,

ass before she shoves me back. My head connects with the ground, and I can feel Zedkiel’s

roll over as she lunges at me and I catch her with

I hope I

hear the clang of the machine and the pained whimper that comes from her before

“That was low.”

at me, and I do the same, but instead of attacking her, I jump, grabbing onto

swinging my leg up straight at

my knee connects straight with her face. She falls and I drop to the

rushes through me. My head hurt from when she pulled my hair and

Zedkiel says, his voice holding a hint

on the floor, slowly getting up and I look at Zedkiel, who is watching

interest.

Are you alright?” I

her. She smacks

a hand on my shoulder. I flinch, feeling

done a lot more damage and

wouldn’t heal. 1

woman who, to my horror, is bleeding from her nose. “You shouldn’t be

happy to

yet the moment you got hurt, you

I hate fake people, Maryka. Consider this a warning. Stay away from my woman unless it’s completely necessary.” He snarls

up sharply. “Zedkiel… they