The moment Veryon's smug grin appeared, I snapped. Rage burned through me like wildfire, and before I could think, my fist connected with his jaw. The force sent him stumbling backward, but his grin only widened, blood smearing his lips.
"That all you've got, brother?" he sneered.
I didn't answer. Instead, I charged, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him into the wall. The impact cracked the plaster, but Veryon retaliated quickly, shoving me off with a grunt. His fist came flying, grazing my cheek and igniting my fury further.
"You think you can claim her?" I growled, barreling into him again, my shoulder hitting his chest. We crashed into a nearby table, the wood shattering beneath our weight.
"She's not yours to protect," Veryon spat as he scrambled to his feet. His hand grabbed a vase, and he hurled it toward me. I ducked just in time, the porcelain shattering against the wall behind me.
