"My target was never you. My target has always been that disgusting dog who deserved a death far more painful than—"
Before he could finish, a brutal kick connected with his ribs, sending searing pain rippling through his body. This was what he wanted—a reaction, a moment of weakness in Soren's focus. As he gasped for breath, he felt the adrenaline surge. This was his chance.
With a sudden burst of strength, he twisted, the syringe gliding easily into Soren's calf. Time slowed as he pressed the plunger down, the liquid slowly injecting into Soren's bloodstream. Nicholas's heart raced, a mix of exhilaration and fear coursing through him. He had done it, he had struck back.
But then the full force of Soren's kick slammed into him, sending him crashing against the rough bark of a tree. Pain exploded through his body, but he barely registered it over the thrill of survival. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, breathing heavily, feeling the weight of the world lift just slightly.
