Virelle's POV
My breath caught in my throat as my eyes darted to his face searching for any signs of consciousness. But his eyes remained closed, and his expression was as calm and serene as it had been before. Not a single twitch of awareness marred his features.
I was utterly floored. How had he managed to dodge that? The thought circled my mind, insistent and unanswered. My confusion only deepened when I glanced at Big Brother. His expression wasn't one of surprise or frustration but one of quiet expectation as if this was exactly what he had anticipated.
"What—" I began, but before I could voice my questions, Big Brother blurred into motion. His body became a streak of red light as he launched another glowing punch and this one was aimed directly at Ethan's jaw.
