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fight, some action
to take the edge off their anger and anxiety. They wanted her to
fight, but they weren't rooting for her to win. They just wanted to
see her get her butt kicked.
    But this was a fight she
wasn't walking away from.
    Bryn snarled and shrugged off
her jacket. “Yes. I think I will fight for it,” she
smirked. “I will fight for my place. There's just one name
left to be called, Jett. If I win, I make the team. You call my
name. That's just fair. I was there with them...” Bryn
jerked her head at Scott, Levi and Jeanette. “And I'm as good
as them. Come on, Jett. Let's fight!”
    Jett took a step back, keeping
his eyes locked on her. “You really want to fight?”
    “ Yes!” She
bounced on the balls of her feet and raised her fists in front of
her. “Fight me.”
    Jett's eyes blazed suddenly,
but he kept his voice very low and quiet. “And if you lose...”
    Bryn sniffed. “If I
lose, then you do as you damn please, and I won't give you any lip!”
    There were a few sniggers.
    “ No lip from Bryn? Man,
you've got to win this, Jett! We could all use some peace and quiet
around here!”
    Charlotte whipped around.
“Shut up, Daichi!” She lunged towards the smug warlock,
but her sister wrapped her arms around her waist and hauled her back.
    “ Kick his ass, Bryn,”
Charlene whispered as she wrestled her younger sister back.
    To Jett, Charlene snapped,
“Fight her fairly, Jett.” Or I will kick your ass.
    Bryn wrinkled her nose at
Charlene. Charlene was like a mother hen with her nagging,
smothering and scolding, but she was fiercely protective of both
Charlotte and Bryn.
    Through all the ruckus and
commotion, Jett never took his eyes off Bryn. Bryn found it almost
impossible to breathe under his intense, piercing gaze.
    “ Fine.” Jett
smiled at last, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Let's
fight.”
    There were a couple of low
whistles when Bryn pulled out a short knife from her boot. “The
first to draw blood with a blade wins,” she said, closing her
fingers over the hilt.
    Jett stood with his arms by
his side, and she heard him sigh softly. There was nothing in his
hands.
    He simply followed her with
his eyes, his muscular body tightly coiled with tension.
    What was he doing?
    Would he refuse to fight her
at the last minute?
    “ Where's your weapon?”
she whispered.
    She stared up into his
gray-green eyes, and her hand shook a little.
    Jett's stern face twisted
slightly in a wince. But he still didn't move.
    She heard him breathe her name
very softly. “Ah, Bryn.”
    She closed her eyes at the
sound of her name on his lips. There was a tender, yearning note in
his voice.
    She shook her head hard and
gripped her weapon tighter.
    “ Your weapon,” she
repeated, gritting her teeth.
    She could hear only her own
quick, shallow breaths. She waited, swallowing painfully.
    Would he really humiliate her
like this, in front of all the Enforcers, by fighting her with his
bare hands? Did he really see her as such a weak, worthless
opponent, one he could easily defeat even without a weapon?
    Would he demolish her and
disgrace her like this?
    Jett stared steadily, deeply
into her eyes. He flinched slightly when he saw her bite her lower
lip to stop it from trembling. He had seen something in her eyes,
something deeper and fiercer than her hurt pride and anger.
    Slowly, he pulled out a short
silver knife and held it out.
    The Enforcers all moved back
to widen the circle for them. Bryn heard some bets being made, but
she forced herself to block out all the background noise and
movement.
    She would win this.
    “ You will call my name,”
she murmured, staring straight at Jett.
    He twirled the knife through
his fingers and took a step forward.
    The fight had started.

     

CHAPTER
FIVE

    Jett watched Bryn circle him
slowly. Her face was flushed, and her dark, black eyes flashed with
determination and anger. She was gripping her knife so hard her
knuckles gleamed bone white.
    Jett held