JAX POV
I watched her on the mat, fists clenched, eyes burning with stubborn defiance. She had the
chance to use her powers... but she refused.
I'd given her the warning, nudging her, urging her through my thoughts. "Show me what you've got, Faye. Use it."
But she didn't. She kept dodging, blocking, moving… only with her body.
And it was… infuriating.
When I finally cut through her defenses with a small trick of my own… blood manipulation… I saw the shock in her eyes. Her body stiffened, pain flaring from every nerve.
Yield, I commanded silently.
She shook her head. Refused.
The fight turned brutal. Her strikes were precise, her body agile… but her endurance wasn't enough. The pain I sent coursing through her made her stumble, and suddenly… she was bleeding.
I saw blood. Too much.
Panic hit me in a flash. My own hands tightened into fists as I shouted for the match to stop. The trainers froze, watching. I didn't care.
"Faye!" I screwmed.
