Chapter 34 - Dagger

Jenna

Catherine avoids every move I throw at her, sliding away from my ferocious punches with finesse, and then she laughs in glee when I try to kick her. Her blonde hair is flowing in the wind, and the woman dramatically fakes yawn and slaps her fingertips against her brightly colored lips as I miss another chance to end her life.

Catherine looks as if she is having fun; the idea of her loving every moment of this knocks me breathless. Her golden hair frames her face, and her thin, more fragile figure makes her look elegant. I believe women of her time had been expected to look that way, strict and slim without a mind of their own.

But the delicate features of her body don't make Catherine less of a fighter. Her eyes constantly observe me, calculating my next move before I have even planned it out myself. She is a formidable contender; her velvet dress and eyes would have made her look innocent if it weren't for the bloodthirst displayed within her eyes.

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