DEVLIN

The rage that pours through me is fire and Harris is the match.

My chest rises and falls too fast, my breath fogging in the cold air, and every muscle in my body is locked tight enough to snap.

One punch isn’t enough.

I want to drive my fist into his face until his perfect nose flattens and his perfect teeth scatter across the porch boards.

I want to grab him by the throat and slam him against the wall and make him feel one fraction of the terror Ella felt when those men had ...