Sage
Pain exploded through my side as I hit the ground, the impact jarring every bone. I groaned and forced my eyes open, vision swimming for a second before focusing on the figure looming over me.
It was none other than Darrius.
Hood shadowing most of his face, but that smirk was unmistakable—cold, amused, victorious. His right hand was wrapped in spiked knuckles, glinting with my blood.
That was what he’d used. One brutal punch to my ribs, tearing skin and muscle.
I pressed a hand to the wound, warm blood seeping between my fingers. It hurt like hell, but I’d had worse. I could still fight.
The phone lay a few feet away, screen lit, Eve’s voice frantic and tinny through the speaker.
“Sage! Sage! Are you there? Talk to me!!”
I’d rushed out the second his message came in. No hesita
