Jayson's P.O.V
This broken thing, this lifeless owner of broken bones was nothing like the man who haunted my dreams. The one who took Felicia from me with a cunning smile that I couldn't erase no matter how hard I tried. Someone I once feared and despised, now seemingly on their last breath. He looked so insignificant, so small ... fragile. It was daunting to imagine that Aiden had managed to reduce someone once so intimidating, to a thing with less presence than a pestering bug.
I stiffen as Aiden grips the man's hair tightly, forcing his head up before he punched him straight into his face. A strained scream in forced out between broken coughs as blood drips down on the floor, the man struggles to suck in air as he gasps and writhes in his place. Aiden turns away from his victim, shaking his hand out with a less strained expression.
