He tried to block my blow with his forearm, but I was faster and far more determined to save myself from his nefarious intentions for my body.
The crowd watching had gone wild. It had been a long time since someone had challenged the king. More important though, a woman had never been the one to do iI, I was one of a kind.
The knife glanced off the side of his arm, slashing deep enough so that the warm spray of his blood splashed against my naked body. It was decadently satisfying, but I didn't allow myself to be distracted even for a second.
He tried to grasp at my legs to topple me on my back on the table, but my thighs were slick with his blood. I kicked him hard in the stomach with the flat of my heel, forcing him back several steps. His answering growl was ruthlessly feral, and I returned the sound with just as much aggressiveness.
