[ FLASHBACK ]
"Maxen Devilsin!" Cosette's shaking voice thundered, balling her hand into a tight fist.
There, several steps away from her was Maxen, grabbing Asher's collar. His fist was up and his knuckles were bleeding, but the blood wasn't his. It was Asher's, the person he was beating to a pulp.
Maxen turned his head in her direction, setting his eyes on the woman standing beside the sedan inside the empty warehouse he told her to meet. Despite the distance between them, he could clearly see the fury in her eyes. He noticed even the slight tremor of her shoulders.
"For this man…" he hissed as her reaction was enough to shake him, shifting his death glares at Asher. "... I'll rip his fucking face."
