Goddess, this guy is a bore. But our audience is eating it up, if the
frenzied roar is any indication.
More blood drips into my eye. He got me good with a right hook to the
forehead, I’ll give him that.
I turn my head to the side, feigning weakness, my cheek pressed into the
packed dirt floor of the fighting ring. There’s a flash of movement in the
leering crowd as someone pushes their way toward the edge of the ring.
Lee. He must’ve just gotten off work.
He folds his muscular arms against his broad chest, his spotless
messenger’s tunic making him stick out in this seedy place. Then he raises
an eyebrow at me in amusement.
I can almost hear his deep voice saying: Stop toying with him, Meryn,
and just end this so we can get on with our night.
He’s right, of course. I’d much rather be in his lap right now than face-
down in this stinking pit.
Right, then. Time to finish the show.
My opponent grows closer and I moan again, waiting for him to reach
the exact right spot. He doesn’t even see the trap I’ve set for him, even
though it’s so obvious. Even though I play this move almost every fight.
He doesn’t want to see it, because I’ve made him confident. Certain that
he will be the man to bring down Meryn Cooper, the infamous Alleycat of
the Eastern Quarter.
Idiot.
Finally, he reaches my side, preparing to grab me, or sit on me, or choke
me out—something predictable. Another roar kicks up in the crowd, the
room full of frothing, drunken gamblers all praying that he’ll get me good,
that their bet against the woman will pay off.
He leans down toward me, his foul breath hitting my face, and that’s
when I do it.
I loop my leg around his and drive my heel into the fleshy back of his
knee with all the force I can muster. Then I roll to the side, out of his way,
and spring up onto my feet.
“Fuck!” He crashes to the ground, hitting it hard, making it shudder
beneath me. The air rushes from his lungs in an audible whoosh.
The man pushes up onto his palms, but before he can get any farther, I
strike. I kick him in the nose, relishing the sweet crack it makes as it breaks.