“You’re the Bellator girl,” he said. I didn’t respond. “You’re not supposed to be here.” I ached to ask why, but I refused to give him the satisfaction. “How’s the ribcage feeling?” I asked instead. He gave a low, dangerous laugh. “So what’s this offering you brought that’s so special?” “Why don’t you come try to touch me again, and I’ll show you.”
She's such a baddie
