Felix grins as he steps into the expanded ring with me. I see the edge of the cliff. I hear the waves crashing up against it. That would be my best shot at killing Felix. Not with this flimsy knife, but by pushing him over the edge.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” Felix says.
I grip the knife tighter. “Me too.”
I shoot once last glance at Enzo, who tells me with his eyes to be careful. Just stay safe. Do what Beckett did. And get Felix to give up his knife.
I nod, but I don’t plan on playing it safe.
We are bringing Felix down together. And I plan on doing my part the same as Beckett and Enzo.
“Go,” Archard says.
We both grip our knives. My first task is to get Felix to release his.
So I do the same thing Beckett did. I dance around the ring, giving Felix no chance to get close to me.
“So that’s how this is going to go? You’re going to run from me like you always do?” Felix says.
My eyes darken, and I dig my feet into the ground, stopping for just a second before I spring again. “Don’t think you can hit me from across the circle.”
He growls and throws the knife at me like I knew he would. The knife grazes my shoulder before flying past me out of the circle.
“You missed,” I grin.
“I wasn’t aiming for you.”
I turn and see the knife sticking into Beckett’s shoulder. He growls and removes the knife, throwing it to the floor.
“Didn’t you ever learn not to poke momma bear?” I ask.
He cocks his head to the side. “You look more like a momma deer. Barely capable of saving herself, let alone protecting her young.”
I smirk. “You’re wrong.”
I throw my knife hard and fast, hitting Felix hard in the gut, knowing it will knock the wind out of him, even though it won’t do any serious damage. It does what I need it to do.
He gasps for air as he grips the knife lodged in his stomach.
And I charge.
I hear Enzo and Beckett scream from behind me, but I can’t hear them. All I know is I have to protect my children. And that means protecting their father and uncle too.
I run with everything I have. All of my anger. All of my rage, my fear, my protectiveness. It all comes with me.
I drive everything I have into knocki
ng Felix over the edge.
I succeed.
The force is enough to push him over the edge.
But unfortunately, I can’t stop myself from falling right along with him.
We both go over the cliff, but the force isn’t enough to knock us away from the edge.
Felix grabs hold of the cliffside, while I grab hold of his leg.