My knuckles crunched after they connected with Nero's jaw, and I relished the feeling of inflicting pain on him. His head snapped to the side as his body jerked back, blood dribbling from his split lip.
Good. He deserved to hurt more.
I stepped forward again, but I felt small hands holding me back. Looking to my side, I saw Zia with wide, panicked eyes. It took a moment for the blood rushing in my ears to fall quiet before I could hear what she was saying.
"... are you doing? Deck! Stop!" Zia shouted.
"He shouldn't have touched you," I bit back.
However, Zia just groaned. "I don't care what he did or did not do. You shouldn't have punched him."
I gritted my teeth in anger. She didn't understand. I saw how that man devoured her with his eyes as if he was undressing her. His intentions
