“Raze,” Tone said again, sharper this time.“Enough.”
He paused for half a second and glanced at her.Whatever restraint he had left died.
He came at me without warning.
His fist collided with my jaw hard enough to snap my head sideways and send me stumbling into the dresser.Pain burst bright behind my eyes.I barely had time to right myself before he was on me again, driving forward with enough force to knock us both into the wall.
The room exploded.
Wood cracked.Glass shattered beneath our feet.His second punch clipped my cheekbone.I drove an elbow into his ribs and felt muscle, bone, rage.He grunted but didn’t slow.He swung again, wild and brutal, all weight and grief and possessive fury.
I blocked one swing, then took the next across the mouth.
Blood flooded my tongue.
He grabbed my throat and slammed me back into the wall so hard the plaster groaned.“I should fucking kill you.”
“Do it.I dare you.”
His forehead nearly hit mine, his breath hot with rage.“In myhouse?”
I shoved him hard enough to create space and drove my fist into his ribs, then his stomach.He bent slightly, and I hit him again across the face.His head snapped to the side.For a second I thought I’d bought myself a break.
Then he smiled.I thought I’d seen every version of Raze.I was wrong—I hadn’t met the monster yet.
He lunged, caught me around the middle, and drove me backward over the side of the bed.The mattress frame groaned.We hit the floor in a knot of fists and snarling breath.He got one hand around my throat.I jammed my forearm into his neck and twisted, forcing enough space to breathe.We rolled, trading top position, neither giving an inch.
He fought like I expected him to—fast, vicious, filthy when needed.No wasted movement, no concern for damage.Just the raw intent to hurt.
I fought the same way.
Because there was no talking a man down once he found a man in his sister’s bed.
Especially not a man like Raze Cavalho.
“Stop!”Tone’s voice split the room, sharp and close.
I saw her in flashes between blows—off the bed now, barefoot, hair wild, a shirt she’d slipped over her head hanging off one shoulder as she moved toward us.
“Tone, stay back,” I barked, shoving Raze off me long enough to get one knee beneath me.
That was my mistake.
Raze surged upright and swung a lamp from the bedside table.I ducked just in time.It smashed against the wall, spraying shards and dust.Tone cried out and rushed in anyway, throwing herself between us before either of us could stop her.
“Enough!”she shouted, hands out, chest heaving.“Are you both insane?”
Raze’s face had gone beyond anger now.Colder and more lethal, harbouring a murderous rage that no longer recognized logic.
He reached for her, and for one stupid heartbeat I thought he meant to pull her out of the way.Instead, his arm lashed out with enough force to send her flying sideways.She hit the room’s small writing desk hard, the wood splintering beneath the impact before she crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and dark hair.
The sound she made cut through me.
Everything in me locked onto her.The room narrowed.My pulse went feral.
“Tone.”
She sucked in a breath, dazed, trying to push herself up.
