Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 162

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Eve

I let instinct take over and twisted right out of her way. She crashed into the settee, toppling it over with a heavy thud. I scrambled backward, gripping the shard of glass tightly in my hand, my chest rising and falling in ragged gasps.

Jules—no, whatever she was now—rose slowly from the wreckage, her movements fluid and eerily composed. The eerie smile remained, blood dripping down her arm from the gash I’d inflicted, but she barely seemed to notice. Her eyes tracked me like prey, a macabre glint in them.

"Good," she murmured, licking the blood off her wrist in a way that made my stomach churn. "You’re finally learning."

I forced myself to focus, scanning the room for anything I could use. The vanity, the wardrobe, the scattered paintings—none of it was a match for her raw strength. But if I could stay on my feet, stay ahead, I had a chance.

I ran.

She lunged again, faster this time. I sidestepped, barely missing her grasp, and used the momentum to kick the wardrobe door open. It swung violently, colliding with her side and sending her stumbling. I seized the moment, diving behind the bed and using it as a barrier.

Before I could react, Jules’ hand shot out, gripping my leg with an iron grip. My scream barely escaped my lips before she flung me across the room as if I weighed nothing. I hit the floor hard, my back slamming against the unforgiving wood with a sickening thud. Pain lanced through my body like lightning—white-hot and paralyzing—knocking the breath clean out of my lungs.

I gasped, trying to roll over, but Jules was already on me.

Blows rained down mercilessly—fist after fist pounding into my ribs, shoulders, and arms as I curled in on myself in a desperate attempt to protect my head. Each hit sent shockwaves of agony coursing through me, my bones screaming in protest. I clenched my teeth, grunting with every impact, my vision swimming.

**Think, Eve. Think.**

Summoning every ounce of strength left in me, I raised my legs and kicked out with everything I had, my foot connecting squarely with Jules’ face. The impact sent her staggering back, her head snapping to the side with a sharp crack.

I didn’t wait. I launched myself to my feet, adrenaline surging through my veins like wildfire, fueling me past the pain. My own speed surprised me, the raw energy pushing me beyond what I thought I was capable of.

Jules recovered quickly, not bothering to wipe the blood now gushing from her nose, her left eye already bruising from my assault. She did not relent for a second, snarling as she came at me again. This time, I was ready.

She swung first, aiming a wild punch at my face, but I ducked, twisting to the side and countering with a hard jab to her ribs. She grunted, but it barely slowed her down. Her knee shot up, catching me in the stomach, and I doubled over in pain. She followed with a sharp elbow to my shoulder, sending me stumbling, but I pushed through it, reacting on instinct.

Every attack she threw, I countered—my fists blocking, my feet moving with newfound agility. My ribs ached from her earlier blows, and my arms trembled from absorbing so many hits, but I fought through it, refusing to go down. Jules’ face was a mask of rage and wild exhilaration that made my blood run cold. I could taste blood in my mouth, thick and metallic, from the relentless assault she’d delivered earlier.