"Scared?" Clarence asked, his tone light and mocking as he fixed Jett with a piercing gaze. His faked smile, however, did nothing to hide his amusement. "I wanted to see what you'd do. We both know you could take her in a fight, even with that skill of hers."
Jett's eyes darkened as his mind involuntarily flashed back to that brutal encounter with Dana: the gut-wrenching punch, the searing pain that blossomed across his torso, and the moment of stunned realization as he barely managed to fend her off. That memory, raw and visceral, reminded him of the stakes and of how much he'd gained in the process.
