73. Edwin

Theon.

When Callista lunged I was pretty sure she was coming for my throat. My hands were already up to defend myself, but not to fight her. I’ve hurt her enough. All I had to do was contain her before she hurt herself, I didn’t care if she managed to punch me or something Goddess knew I deserved it.

But all she wanted to harm was air.

She falls down next to me with a thud, punching at the ground. Her knuckles hurl at the stone floors over and over again at a speed that would envy a full werewolf, until blood sprouts off them. For a moment, I can only stare at her in horror and surprise, but then I snap into my senses.

“Callista, stop!” I try to wrap my arms around her torso and take her off the ground. But she squirms worse than a fussy newborn, and with her size, she manages to wiggle out of my grip to punch the floor a couple more times.

One of her elbows catches me in the jaw, making me stumble back. She’s surprisingly strong as well.

Callista doesn’t even notice what she’d done,