Page 61 of Ignite

She makes my mind quiet.

She’s worth ten million of him.

My mind blanks. My fists don’t.

Punch after punch I demolish him. I jump on him, slamming my weight into every hit.

“You deserve every one of these.”

His blood splashes on my face. His screams feed me. I thrive off his fear.

Until he goes limp. Even that doesn’t stop me.

“Conan, fuck, stop!” Rowan’s voice breaks through.

I blink. My lungs burn. I crawl off him, panting.

All I see is red.

“Is he dead?” I ask.

“I don’t know. We ain’t no doctors, Con.”

I grunt. Not enough. I wanted to torture him more. His face is already starting to swell.

I guess it’s time to call Finn.

“Conan. What have you done?”

I stare at the body. “What’re the chances you can bring someone back to life? I wanna kill him again. Think I rushed it.”

Finn chuckles. It cools my rage.

“I’m a doctor, not a fucking necromancer. Are you sure he’s dead?”

“Lot of blood.”

“Check his pulse.”

I kneel, press fingers to his neck.

“Wait. You’re helping me?”

Pulse—barely. Fuck, am I losing my touch?

“Yeah. I’m on my way. Wanna see what you’d do in round two. Cunt deserves it.”

“How do you know who it is?”

“Con. I know everything.”

“Nah. Twins ratted me out.”

“Damn right they did. Call Drago. Get a cleanup crew.”

“You taking him to the hospital?” I ask Finn.

“God, no. Got a setup at mine we can use.”

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