Lawrence’s POV

Clement resisted death like a man would.

Each of his wild fists had enough energy to jar my bones since they were loaded with raw power. My wounds were screaming in protest as the pain surged through me, but I persisted.

I was unable to.

I knocked the air out of his lungs by driving my fist into his ribs. His body swayed as he gasped and staggered back, but he managed to avoid falling.

He smiled while wiping the blood off his split lip.

"You don't understand, do you?" His ...