Chapter 88

I wasn't given a second to think or move before he charged at me. The wind was knocked out of my chest as we tumbled to the ground a second time. His first punch connected to my stomach. "We don't want to mark that pretty face," he said, watching me clam up like a shell. Laughter thundered from his chest. "Where's the toughness now, huh?" He spit on me. I lifted a tired hand to wipe my cheek. Unsatisfied, he grabbed my hair with his good arm and raised me to a sitting position. With his face...