Chapter 5

"Since when is it cool to hit a girl?" Brian Stone pushed through the circle, white-knighting for his wounded dreamgirl.

I snorted. "What's it to you, Brian? You think defending her buys you a date? Look in the mirror. Five-foot-seven, broke, and boring."

The color drained from his face. Then he charged.

He made a big mistake.

Between my daily conditioning and the lethal combat drills I'd perfected for my revenge in my previous life, Brian never stood a chance.

"That's your hero move?" I pinned him under my boot, voice dripping acid. "Stay down, clown."

Brian was furious, but…