Fifty Seven

CELINE HERRERA POV

I expected Belshar to fall flat on his face, unconscious. Instead, he turned, totally steady on his feet, and snarled at me as he rubbed at the back of his head while I stood there clutching at the wood in my hand.

"That was a mistake, Celine" he rasped darkly, the dark intentions in his eyes glaring.

I panicked and swung back the wood, but he didn't wait for it to connect; he lunged at me, his hand hitting the wood out of my hand.

The branch flew out of my hands, and Belshar slammed down on me like a brick wall, sending us both crashing to the floor.

I groaned, clenching my eyes as branches and roots dug into my back, making me gasp at the pain.

I shouldn't have attacked him, but everything had hurt, and I couldn't breathe. Then I had cut my foot on something, and I knew running was only going to get it worse, so I'd decided it was either fight or get caught.

I should’ve known I could never win a fight against him.

Belshar growled as he planted his hands on eit