Zoe saw her chance. Jax was turned away, his focus split, his body still trembling from his climax. A flicker of hope ignited in her chest.
'He's vulnerable. Distracted. Now!'
With a desperate gasp, she triggered her teleportation. Her form flickered, a blur of motion that was painfully obvious to everyone watching especially to Jax, whose senses were hyper-tuned even in his lust-drunk state.
Her blade aimed for the space between his ribs.
She was wrong.
Her knife never touched flesh. Before the momentum of her lunge could complete, a fist like a piston slammed into her gut her solar plexus.
"OOF!"
All the air left her lungs in a painful rush. The knife clattered to the stone floor. Her vision swam.
Before she could crumple, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against a hard sweat-slicked chest.
