That’s when she knees me in the groin. The crowd grunts right alongside me. “Classy as always,” I choke out, still clutching her tightly. “Oh, that was nothing, Prince,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “Now, get the hell out of my ring.” I laugh dryly, my face close to hers. “Oh, I’ll get the hell out of this Plague-forsaken city so long as you come with me. I’ll drag you back to Ilya if I must.” “Over my dead body, Prince.”
