Ethan POV

My fist connects with Damien's jaw again. He flies backward, slams into the wall. Plaster cracks.

I'm on him. My knee drives into his ribs. My fist comes down. Once. Twice. Three times.

Blood sprays.

His nose breaks with a satisfying crunch.

'This is for Grace. For every bruise. Every tear.'

Damien catches my wrist. His eyes flash gold. He kicks out. I fly backward, hit the wall.

He charges. We collide, crash through the damaged wall. Wood ...