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2025-04-24 16:07:46Kade POV
I hiss through my teeth, more from the annoyance than the pain. “There you go. That’s a little better.”
She glares, dragging the blade in a shallow cut across my side, but she’s still holding back. Testing me. I shake my head, sighing.
“See, this is why you’re not going to win,” I say, my voice steady despite the sting. “You don’t actually know how to do this.”
Danielle scoffs. “Oh, I don’t?”
I tilt my head. “No. If you did, you wouldn’t be wasting time with this weak shit.”
She presses the knife in harder, and I grin, feeling her frustration build. “You want to break someone? You don’t start here,” I say, nodding toward my ribs. “You start small. Fingers. Knees. Maybe a little nerve damage if you want to get creative.”
She stills, something flickering across her face. Disgust. Uncertainty.
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