"One day, Alaric… When you least expect it, Jasmine will be by your side forever, you know?"
Jasmine will be mine. Whether you like it or not. You can't keep her.
It happened before I could think. It was too fast to even comprehend.
I left Jasmine and turned around, heading toward Zane. And before I could stop myself, my fist crashed into his nose, the force snapping his head back. The ring on my index finger intensified the strike–hard and satisfying–sending shockwaves up my arm.
The crunch of bone.
The instant gush of blood.
Zane staggered, but to my fury, he didn't fall.
Instead, he wiped the blood from his nose, examined it for a second, and then laughed.
"Damn," he muttered, grinning through red-streaked teeth. "That was a good one." He tapped the bridge of his nose, wincing playfully. "Think you broke it."
"The next time you speak that way about my sister ever again, you won't be going home with just a broken nose."
