Evelyn's hook came fast.
I ducked under it by a breath. The wind of her fist skimmed my temple. She pivoted instantly, following up with a jab to my midsection. I twisted, caught it on my ribs, and staggered back. Pain lanced up my side, but I couldn't let it show. If she saw weakness, she'd capitalize. The copied Portfolio wasn't just giving her strength—it was giving her my instincts.
And that terrified me.
"She's adapting," Alexis called from behind a row of overturned desks. "We need to end this, now."
Easier said than done.
I feinted left. Evelyn didn't buy it. She shot forward like a piston and slammed a punch into the spot I'd meant to dodge to. Only muscle memory saved me, dropping me low into a slide. Her heel clipped my shoulder, knocking me into the wall.
I groaned.
Then Anthony moved.
Quick as breath, he slipped behind her, tearing his sleeve off in one smooth motion. Evelyn spun to intercept him, but he was already close—closer than anyone else dared get.
