I recoil and grit my teeth against the explosion of pain. Mia’s painkillers have fully worn off now—but her sedative, not somuch. I can feel everything, but my movements aren’t as fast as they should be.
Desya seems to notice. “You’re slow,” he remarks, displeased. “What’s up? You getting old on me?”
He howls with laughter, then lands another punch.
When I stagger back, his face lights up with realization. “Oh, I see. That b***h slipped you something, didn’t she?”
“Don’t. You. Dare.” I punctuate each word with a punch. Soon, I’m full-on pummeling him. “Don’t you dare ever call her that.”
“You always were soft on girls.” He’s struggling to keep up his defense, I can tell, but he’s still wasting energy on talk. “A pity.It was your only mistake.”
I land another punch, this time fr
