Book Two of The ShadowHunter Series!
Life was always the same for Vera. Always under someone's control. Always at war with herself.... and others.
As the war ended not the way the Avengers wanted to, Vera Barnes has to pay the consequences. Bein...
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(A/N I'm so sorry! I got my days mixed up and I thought that yesterday was today and all this willy-wonka, anyways happy readings!)
SORCHA COLDMAN stands across me with a devious look etched across her face.
My confidence wavers. I have no idea of the power she holds.
She could be a mind-controller for all I know.
Please God, don't let me jinx myself with that.
To be completely honest, I thought my father killed her earlier. Does that mean I have to go up against some lady the Winter Soldier couldn't even kill? Great.
"Hen, what do you know of Sorcha?" I ask lowly over the coms, walking a circle with my opponent.
She tilts her head in amusement, a devilish smirk on her face.
"The only person that knows what she is capable of doing is Fallon. He never told me and I'm his brother. Though I did betray him in the end..." Hendrix fades off at the end of giving his information.
I sigh at my lack of information.
Not wanting to engage in the fight first, I wait for her to initiate the attack.
"I'm going to really enjoy this." She winks before throwing a punch.
Easily weaving away from her fist, I throw one back of my own.
Successfully hitting her ribcage, I spin out of the way for her assumed counterattack.
I assumed correct when she flung her foot out in front of her.
I snicker to myself. She growls at my amusement, throwing her hands out beside her.
I tilt my head sideways in confusion. Before I can even think, a large boulder is hurtled my way.
Eyes widening, I don't have enough time to get out of the way from the huge mass.
Resulting in me getting crushed by its jagged ends.
Groaning, I try to push the boulder off me.
This hurts like a butt.
Panting under its weight, I lug the thing off me. Crying out in effort, I stand back up.
I can feel my wounds healing instantly, leaving only dried blood and scar.
"I don't feel so good," I mutter, placing a had against one of my ribs.
Popping the bone back in place, I carry on with the fight.
Thor is on stand-by, worriedly looking my way every few seconds.
