Page 74 of The Darkest Hour

“You actually owe me some pussy. Lots of it—”

“You’re insane!”

“At the Decadent Resort, you interrupted a very expensive evening of sex and now you are going to make it all up due to us being stuck on this island—”

“Fuck you. It will never happen!”

A grin spread across Havoc's face—mad and cruel. “We'll see about that.”

Fuck this. I’m not going to run. I’m just going to kill him.

It would suck to be on this island alone, but he was on some bullshit.

Enough is enough.

With a sudden rush of adrenaline, I charged at him, bearing down with all my strength. Of course he prepared himself by raising his hands in the air and bracing his body. I rammed into him. The shock of impact rattled my bones. I tried to stab him in the neck and he blocked it.

Can he fucking smell the knife too?

We went tumbling into the sand again.

Reality blurred as we grappled; our bodies shifting, twisting and turning like a pair of snakes in the throes of battle.

But I refused to back down.

I tried to stab him in the chest right above his heart.

Havoc blocked the blade with ease, just like he could see it.

Yep. He can smell the damn knife too! This isn’t right.

Desperation fueled my next move as I drove the point of the blade towards his throat.

He darted from that too, and we were rolling again in the sand.

God, help me!

My energy began to wane, but the fear of what would happen if he won spurred me on.

He reached out and tried to snatch the knife away from me, but I clung onto it like it was my lifeline.

Because in many ways, it was.

Somehow we separated.

Then, Havoc's foot connected with my side in a powerful kick, sending me sprawling a few feet away.

Ahh!

I coughed out sand, reeling from the impact but still clenching the knife in my hand. My back was to him, but the sound of rapid footsteps warned me of his advance.

Get up! Now!

I quickly scrambled to my feet.

But he was faster.

Havoc’s hand wrapped around my arm, wrenching me to him just as I whirled around to face him.