Brenna POV

With each swing, there was a loud cracking sound that reverberated through the bar. It was almost rhythmic, like a drum sounding the beat of a battle.

Layered behind the punches, I could hear the sounds of chairs scraping and voices shouting behind me, but I didn’t look back as I scaled down the bar and ran for the exit.

The sounds of a closed fist making contact with Kyle’s face behind me meant it was my chance to run, and I wasn’t ...