{Elira}
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Adriel coughed as he pushed himself up, shaking his head. The timer ticked—nine minutes. Only one left.
He grinned, panting. "You are good," he admitted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "But let's see how long that luck lasts."
He feinted right again, then ducked. And this time, swept his leg at my feet. I lost balance and hit the mat as air rushed from my lungs.
Before I could roll away, he was on me, pinning me down by the shoulder. His breath was hot against my cheek.
"Now, you are back where you belong," he growled.
My world went red at that statement, but Selene howled inside me. "No. Not this time."
Immediately, I twisted sharply, grabbed his wrist, and rammed my knee up into his ribs with all my strength. The sound that left him was half groan, half gasp.
I rolled, flipped us both, and before he could even blink, I slammed my forearm across his throat, locking him down the same way Lennon had taught me.
