It had been over two years since they last fought.
In that time, Ava had endured countless battles and faced situations where a single misstep could have cost her life. She was no longer the reckless girl who charged headfirst into danger without thought. The impulsive brat who once threw herself into chaos had been tempered by blood and survival.
She had grown—both in body and in mind.
And now, she was ready to make the one person who had ever humiliated her understand just how long she had waited for this moment.
"You made a mistake, Veronica. Today, you will lose everything," Ava said, wiping her nose before letting her knives fall away. In their place, she drew out a pair of batons from behind her and jerked her arms outward.
The batons crackled with thunder, their length extending slightly as arcs of energy danced along their surface.
Her eyes burned red with fury, her intent unmistakable. She was going to kill this woman today.
