Grace POV

"Get those flowers out of my sight." Ethan's voice cuts through the air like a blade. "Throw them as far from here as possible."

Two warriors scramble forward, gathering the scattered violets. Their hands move quickly, efficiently.

"And you." Ethan turns to where Luka's still on the ground. "Get the fuck out of my territory. Now."

Luka staggers to his feet, one hand pressed to his bleeding nose. Blood streams down his chin, dripping onto his shirt. He sways, ...