Jovi Winchester never had a easy life, especially being born into a world of hunting. But her life got flipped upside down when her dad dies once again but this time comes back as a demon and he's nothing but trouble for society.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆...
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Is that alright? Lady Gaga 1:58 ————————•———— 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝑶𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆
𝑨 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 12 : 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 9 (𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 2)
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 training room looked like a Bond villain's personal gym — all sleek metal, polished floors, and that faint scent of testosterone and delusion. But it was quiet. Almost sacred. At least, until Jovi launched a flying kick that nearly took her mother's head off.
Jennifer ducked it like she was dodging a mildly inconvenient breeze. "Jesus, Jovi," she said, straightening up with a huff, blonde ponytail swaying behind her like a shampoo commercial. "Is this sparring or patricide?"
Jovi landed lightly on her feet, arms up, movements fluid and deadly. "Don't flatter yourself. If I wanted you unconscious, you'd be on the floor already."
Jennifer smirked, adjusting her stance like a runway model who happened to know how to be a perfect assassin. "Cute. But you forget, I used to teach this stuff to agents who actually scared people."
"And yet here you are. Getting your ass kicked by a teenager with trust issues."
They circled each other slowly, the air between them crackling with a mix of tension, sweat, and unresolved maternal trauma. Jovi moved like a panther — precise, graceful, and absolutely prepared to throw someone off a rooftop. Her dad had trained her well, and it showed in every strike — fast, efficient, meant to end things. But Jennifer? Jennifer fought like someone who'd been underestimated for too long and learned to make it everyone else's problem.
A few jabs, a blocked elbow, and a sweep — neither giving an inch.
"You know," Jennifer started casually, ducking a punch with far too much grace for someone sipping wine two nights ago, "Ares has been hanging around a lot lately."
It had been another week since Jovi had that moment of insanity with Ares, she'd chosen to push it to the furthest part of her brain in an effort to not make things awkward between herself and Ares. He'd kept his word and stopped by a few times within the last week but Jovi had kept her distance, Cruz's name circled her mind constantly, his bracelet sat on her wrist — right beside the paw print bracelet ares had given her on her 16th birthday. Shit was messy but only because Jovi wasn't sure she shared the same feelings that Ares felt for her.
