Page 12 of When Kings Fall

Those were both personal and much more uncontrolled than a street fight that had a ref was.

The last time I’d actually let go and unleashed everything had been that night when I’d taken down that gang in the City of Tolhurst.

This was the first time since then that the urge to let that fucked-up part of me loose and give into my bloodlust all the way was growing stronger than the rational part of me that cared about the consequences that would come crashing down upon all of us.

When I’d launched that attack against Mason’s soldiers, I’d seen Brianna right after, and being in her presence, having her with me, had taken the edge off.

But now… now she was pissed at me and ignoring my attempts to connect with her.

Now there was no block in place, nothing else to hold onto, this… urge… it was nagging at me something fierce.

I was having to be controlled in all things at the moment.

That just wasn’t me.

It wasn’t the norm and it certainly wasn’t my forte.

It took supreme effort to pull off.

It was fucking tiring.

Majorly emotionally taxing, in fact.

And it was starting to get the best of me.

My hands were shaking around the steering wheel.

I could feel my pulse starting to pound.

A wave of lightheadedness hitting me was the final straw, warning me that I needed to pull over quickly.

It wasn’t an anxiety attack this time.

It was a flash.

Of the incident.

I saw a turnoff and took it.

The last thing I was aware of as I just about managed to pull the van to a jarring stop was a floodlight of a parking lot cutting through the darkness.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Blood oozed from my bo-staff as I dragged it along the worn wooden floor of the abandoned mansion that had seen better days.

Worse now after the horrors it had been home to tonight.

Horrors they’d brought upon themselves.

Violence.

Pain.

Death.

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