Ivan’s POV

The shock of the first punch had barely settled in my bones before another one came straight at my jaw.

Kyle had always fought like this, even in the past. He was the calmest person in the group on the surface and hardly lost his temper but when he did. It was explosive, no warning or restraint, just that same reckless, protective instinct driving every swing. Betty was among the few things that ticked him off, he was still acting like the big brother.

I tasted ...