Marcus
“She came at him again and he knocked her leg away with his forearm. He was careful not to use his full strength. She was lucky if she weighed sixty kilograms and he was twice that.
“Good,” he said. “Again.”
She nodded, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Dogged determination was etched on her face. She swiped her arm across her sweaty brow. Dark strands of hair stuck to her damp skin.
Then she attacked.
Roundhouse kick. Step, turn. Side kick. That one packed enough strength to make him grunt. A kick aimed at his head that he deflected. Then she moved in close and slammed a fist into his gut.
He caught her hand before it connected, spun her and yanked her up against him. Her back was pressed to his chest, her rounded ass nestled against his crotch. Dammit.
He was going to kill Cruz.
“Don’t bother trying to punch.” God, he loved the feel of her against him. “You have to get too close.
Raptors are bigger, stronger. Kick to incapacitate, to buy a bit of time, and then run.”
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