With practiced ease, she peeled off her cloak and let it drop to her feet.
This man, she was going to teach him a bitter lesson.
Dren snarled, wiping blood from his split lip, then lunged again with brutal force. Fists flew like thunderclaps—each strike carrying years of fury and humiliation. Reana ducked a haymaker, countering with a savage kick to his knee that buckled beneath him for a heartbeat.
She took no mercy. Her fingers curled into claws, raking across Dren's face, leaving furious red scratches that bloomed like angry roses across his skin. Dren roared, grabbing her wrists, trying to break her arm – to crush the strength out of her arms.
But Reana's fire wouldn't be contained. Dren was too angry and just brute force, unlike Reana who was still using her senses despite her anger.
She twisted her body sharply, breaking free and driving a hard knee into Dren's groin. He doubled over with a guttural grunt, staggering, gasping for air.
