Glancing over her shoulder, Zoya's reminded of the ring fights so many years ago. She couldn't see Malyen Oretsev beating men three times his weight and power, but she briefly wondered if this woman's bruising was victory rather than failure. She'd like to think victory. She had the knuckles and attitude for it.

Turning back to her, Zoya cocked her brow. "How many did you beat before you were forced out of the ring?" There was no way that this woman was a one-rounder.