Since the fellow had grown up, she was never his match again.
Indeed, a gust of wind sounded by her ear; she instinctively turned around and swung a punch at his abdomen,
Her fingers touched the hard muscles on his belly, and he didn't even grunt, but calmly grabbed her wrist.
She staggered slightly from the force of his pull, and then he pinned her against the wall behind her with her wrist held tight.
It was really just a few exchanges, but Tilly had already used all her brute strength; she had learned self-defense since childhood.
But sometimes she had to admit that the natural physical differences between men and women couldn't be bridged by training alone; she hadn't been able to beat him since she was thirteen.
She leaned against the wall, breathing lightly, facing the man's unpredictable expression. Tilly inwardly lamented,
Why on earth was Sophia in London?
Such rotten luck.
"Come home with me,"
He said.
Tilly glared at him, "Whose home?"
"Our home."
