The Rejected True Heiress (Liora) novel Chapter 121

She came back with a snap kick toward my ribs, but I caught her ankle and shoved her off-balance, marching in fast, closing the distance. The crowd’s roar hit a fever pitch, cheers, whistles, and the occasional scream for blood.

I aimed and hit right for her pretty little gut. I had her.

Then—she made her move.

It was subtle, like a snake shedding its skin. A sharp twist of her ankle, a quick suck of breath, she dropped, and my blow, pulled at the last second to try and save it, met her cheek.

She yelped, flying back, way farther then I could have sent her with a pulled punch, clutching her cheek.

Blood. A perfect, dramatic line of it, just where my last strike had landed.

The referee was at her side instantly. “What happened?”

“She—” Bianca’s voice trembled with manufactured outrage, the perfect blend of injured dignity and righteous fury “—used an illegal elbow. Right to the ribs! That dirty little Wolfless! They fight with no honor!"

I barked a laugh before I could stop myself. “Oh, please.”

The crowd erupted into chaos, half shouting for justice, half calling her a liar.

“You saw it,” she insisted, wide-eyed, one hand pressed delicately against her swelling cheek. “It was deliberate!”

The referee’s jaw tightened. His eyes slid to me, then back to her. “Point to Bianca. This round is hers. We have our winnner”

For a moment, all I heard was the pounding of my own heartbeat. No way. This…snake.

I was two second away from exploding when I remembered, this scrimmage isn’t the only way to make it through the screening. I had more changes.

So, I gave her the slowest, most sarcastic clap I could muster.

“What a brave, brave warrior,” I said, letting the venom coat every syllable.

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