Chapter 82. Snow Globe

Raina’s POV

The black bottom of combat boots drew nearer and nearer to the back of my head. Crap! Rolling over, I caught the shoes, using full strength to keep it from smashing into my face.

"Didn't you notice how easy it is for me to touch you?" Snow jeered, pulling her foot out of my grasp and swiftly coming at me again.

Stomping down her foot like a hydraulic press, I rolled to the right, barreling across the room to miss the stampede. Then she teleported back to the dresser.

Hurriedly, I got to my feet and spun on my heels to face her. Both of my hands quickly combed through the disheveled strands of my burgundy hair to clear my vision.

Snow’s hands were behind her back. She stood on tippy toes with an arrogant squint. Without masking my disdain, I assumed a semi-crouched stance with my fists raised in front of my face, ready to throw my haymakers.

Snow stared at me with damning scorn. “Come at me.”

All of my warrior tra