Chapter 103: The Loser's Return

Ella’s

Noah’s massive fist hovered just inches above Jasper’s face, completely ready to smash bone and cartilage. Jasper was curled tightly in on himself, his arms wrapped desperately over his head, shaking violently like a wounded animal who expected to die right there on the concrete. His breathing was rapid, shallow, and frantic with fear. One clean hit from Noah would undoubtedly put him out of commission for days, possibly weeks.

I grabbed Noah’s ...