Page 211 of Gift from the Source
So I break his fucking nose with my forehead.
His enraged bellow echoes around me as he stumbles back, then quickly rights himself. He charges at me with a guttural shout and blood pours into his mouth.
Gone is the professionally trained man I’ve sparred with so many times. In front of me is a man crazed by bitterness. He’s lost himself to it.
Pathetic.
I brace myself for the tackle.
Ducking low at the last minute, I flip him and we hit the ground with a quaking thud.
I waste no time rearing back and punching him dead in his already broken nose. My stone-covered fist turns red.
“For selling our training secrets to these scum.”
Punch.
“For betraying your E.F. brothers who fucking fought beside you.”
Punch.
“For letting that fucker take it too far with my Primary on her first day of school to get back at me. To fucking hurt Draken.”
That last one sends me over the edge.
I could’ve made this cleaner, quicker.
The thought of him intentionally allowing that to happen to her and putting Draken in a position to be made out as a monster clouds any other reasoning I had to end his life.
That’s reason enough.
My vision turns red. I don’t stop swinging my fist until I’m punching bone fragments and solid ground.
A hand to my shoulder has me spinning around, snarling like an animal.
“It’s done, T. He lost again. Fair and square,” Ry says, offering me his hand to pull me up.
I tremble from the adrenaline pumping through my veins. My mind and lungs beg me to regulate them both.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Get up.
We still have a war to win.
Placing my hand in his, he pulls me up and in as he claps me on the back. My gaze quickly scans our surroundings and motivation sears through me as I see our army still pushing ahead.
I pull back from him and give him a nod. “Let’s finish these—”
My words cut off as pain laces across every pore in my body.
Ry catches me as I smother down a grunt and stumble forward into him.
Not my body, my soul.
I search my chest and the depths of my being.
I try to latch onto the piece pulling from me. It continues to slip away no matter what I do.
