Liam's POV
Before I even knew what was happening, I was already on the ground.
One moment, I was overpowering her—matching her blow for blow—and the next, I was flat on my back, the wind knocked out of me. It had all happened in a flash, like a sudden blackout in my mind.
A low growl escaped her lips as she loomed over me, eyes glowing with dangerous intensity. "Do you really think you can take me down?" she spat. "The entire Hybrid Curse?"
Her fists came down hard—one, two, three—striking my ribs, my jaw, my gut. I grunted, pain bursting in waves with every hit until I could barely breathe, until my vision blurred and I tasted blood.
I couldn't die like this.
No—not here, not now.
I couldn't let this be the end. I had come too far. There had to be a way out. Something I hadn't done yet. If I was truly the cure to the curse—if it was really me the prophecy spoke of—then I couldn't let the world burn. Not when I still had breath left in my body.
That's when it clicked.
