Chapter 97

"Hiss—" Edward winced as the pain shot through his body, dragging a sharp breath from him. He scrambled up from the ground looking rattled, brushing off the dirt on his clothes. "Are you even a woman? That punch was brutal as hell. Seriously, what did you grow up on?!" "You brought it on yourself," Elizabeth shot back without even sparing him a glance and turned to leave, clearly done with his nonsense. But right then, her eyes caught someone standing a few steps away. Wait, when did Alexander get here? He must've seen everything that just happened... For some reason, Elizabeth felt a flicker of guilt—but come on, she hadn't done anything wrong. That quick wave of guilt vanished just as fast as it came. She straightened her back, lifted her chin a little, and strode confidently toward him. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked, now shoulder to shoulder with Alexander. "There's always someone throwing themselves at my girl," Alexander replied with a hint of teasing, his ton