Only for his punch to be stopped by Mark.
"Oh ho!"
"Easy there, fighter." Mark gestured weakly to himself, still leaning against the bed. "I'm not in the best fighting conditions."
Eilan sneered, teeth clenched, before pulling away. "You're insane."
Mark just smirked, pushing himself back until his spine rested against the bedpost. The faintest amusement lingered in his eyes, even though his body was drained.
Silence…
But then…
"You know she deserved it."
Eilan stiffened, his gaze darting to Mark, who now stared ahead, his expression hollow, lost in thoughts too heavy to hold.
"That woman couldn't be called a mother."
"Not like that."
"Not by how cruel and wicked she was to her own children." Mark stopped, his mouth pressing into a thin, unshakable line.
Eilan's grip loosened, his anger flickering like a candle about to be snuffed. Still, he stood vigilant, his breathing sharp.
