Valentina De Luca
“Damn you!” Lorenzo snarls furiously as the full force of his fist presses against my throat. A little more pressure and I know he will be capable of breaking my neck.
He truly intends to send me straight to hell.
My hands fight against his, preventing him from going any further, but his strength surpasses mine, and I will have to survive through technique.
Lorenzo is no ordinary enemy.
The lack of oxygen begins to impair me, and at this point, there is no longer any reason to pretend. To pretend I was not trained by a Scarlatto or that I do not know how to defend myself.
I need to show him that I know how to face my battles with the strength of my own arms.
I could rely on the chance that he will back down, but I risk dying without ever knowing why.
“Lorenz—”
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