All I needed was one good hit. The jaw was the knock-out button. If I hit his jaw, he’d go down like a dead deer. “If you’re lying,” I said, turning my gaze to Aydin, “they’ll know your word means nothing.” He nodded once. “You win, you walk.” And then he waved his hand, signaling us to start. “Taylor?” “No, me.” Will pulled up next to Aydin. “Let her fight me.” “But then how can you watch?” he retorted. He didn’t really want Will to answer the question. He knew—love me or hate me—Will would go easy on me, and I was starting to get the feeling that Aydin wanted this to hurt Will, too.
