Theea
resilient little thing, just like mama raised you
“Flora introduced us at the BBQ,” I say. “Soh offered me a place to stay. Just for a bit—until I figure out where I’m supposed to land.” There’s gratitude in my voice, even as I focus. “She’s kind. Incredibly forgiving.”
The strike is blindingly fast—or I thought it was. His hand snaps down and catches me.
My fist stops inches from his torso, and my brain fills with one word: Shit.
The next second, my arm is twisted behind my back—not cruelly, not even tightly, but enough to lock me in place. He lifts a brow at me, and I bite back the growl of frustration that hits instantly. I knew better. I saw his eyes drift. I should’ve adjusted. Should’ve been sharper.
Training kicks in before my thoughts finish. I pivot, fast—foot angled behind his, weight shifted to steal a fraction of his balance. My free arm hooks low and sharp, slipping under his elbow to give me just enough room to wrench myself free. It’s messy but practiced. I don’t hesitate.
And the second I’m out, I twist with the motion, my whole torso snapping around as I fling a punch toward the soft spot just above his hip. Not a knockout spot, but it’d sting.
The strike is blindingly fast—or I thought it was. His hand snaps down and catches me.
My fist stops inches from his torso, and my brain fills with one word: Shit.
The next second, my arm is twisted behind my back—not cruelly, not even tightly, but enough to lock me in place. He lifts a brow at me, and I bite back the growl of frustration that hits instantly. I knew better. I saw his eyes drift. I should’ve adjusted. Should’ve been sharper.
Training kicks in before my thoughts finish. I pivot, fast—foot angled behind his, weight shifted to steal a fraction of his balance. My free arm hooks low and sharp, slipping under his elbow to give me just enough room to wrench myself free. It’s messy but practiced. I don’t hesitate.
And the second I’m out, I twist with the motion, my whole torso snapping around as I fling a punch toward the soft spot just above his hip. Not a knockout spot, but it’d sting.
so you got that wildfire in your soul
don't you ever let it go
make it burn so bright that they all know
don't you ever let it go
make it burn so bright that they all know
