I tossed my gun on my jacket, but checked to make sure that
my knife was in my ankle holster. I was barely upright when both men tackled
me. I fell to the ground, covered by nearly four-hundred pounds of Volturi
muscle. I elbowed Demetri and he rolled off me. I flipped and pressed my feet
to Felix’s chest, pushing him off my body. Flipping up, I clenched my fists,
pummeling a confused Felix. He had hit his head on a nearby dumpster.
“Attacking a guy when he’s not looking? Not very gallant or gentlemanly,” I
sneered, hitting his face. I gave him a swift uppercut, causing Felix to fall
to the ground, groaning lowly.
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