Then—an idea hit her.
A crazy one.
An absolutely ridiculous, probably-going-to-get-her-killed one.
But it was all she had.
Because if there was one thing Isabella was good at—
It was dancing.
She had been a celebrity.
And celebrities? They trained in everything.
Acting. Singing. Modeling. And yes—dancing.
In her past life, dancing had always been the one thing that made everything easier. It made her feel lighter. Quicker. Unstoppable.
Could it work here?
Only one way to find out.
She exhaled sharply.
Then—she moved.
Her body fell into rhythm, her feet shifting like she was on a stage, dodging with the fluid grace of years of practice.
Step. Pivot. Turn.
The giant swung again.
She spun away.
Another attack—she dipped under it, twisting effortlessly.
The world around her blurred.
It was like a performance.
But this time, instead of flashing cameras and screaming fans—
It was life or death.
