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“Back the fuck off, Stanley,” Alistair growls. The words slice through the thick air, every syllable arazor-sharp warning. Ben and Charlie have joined us and flank him, our presence a united front against the vile scene before us.
Stanley just smirks, his eyes gleaming with sick satisfaction. “Too late. I’ve already claimed my prize,” he taunts, clearly underestimating the fury he’s ignited.
I don’t hesitate. My body moves on its own accord, driven by a primal urge to protect, to destroy anything that threatens her. My fist flies, connecting with the side of Stanley’s face with a satisfying crunch. The room tilts into mayhem, the sounds of the party outside muffled by the crescendo of chaos within these four walls.
We’re a tangle of limbs and rage, my every hit driven by the image of Ever lying there, helpless. Stanley tries to fight back, but I’m relentless, every punch another message that he messed with the wrong girl. There’s no holding back—not now, not when it comes to her; I’m a storm of violence, every cell screaming for justice. My knuckles collide with his face again and again, my mind blazing.
Hearing the sounds of fighting behind me, I look up to see Robbie and Eric have joined their buddy. Robbie lunges at me, his bulky frame a blur of motion, but Alistair is faster, gripping him by the collar and practically garrotting him with his own shirt. I ignore the newcomers, throwing a sharp elbow out, catching Stanley in the ribs. Pain explodes across his face; satisfaction surges through me.
“Fuck you!” Eric screams, diving into the fraywith wild, swinging fists aiming for Ben. Ben, ever the calm strategist, ducks and weaves like a shadow, his movements precise, each strike calculated. Charlie, with that manic gleam in his eyes, joins the chaos, tackling Eric from the side. They crash into a desk, splintering wood under the force.
And then it’s a free-for-all brawl. Party-goers stream in, some joining in with their fists, others placing bets or recording it on their phones. It’s a fucking shitshow.
And no place for a murder.
Catching Alistair’s eyes as he slams his fist into Eric’s face, he knows it as well as I do.
The room is full of grunts and curses, bodies slamming against plaster and furniture with sickening thuds. We’re a whirlwind of fury.
“Stay down, asshole!” I snarl at Stanley, who’s scrambling to recover, blood streaming from his bust face. My boot connects with his stomach, and he doubles over, gasping, but that’s when I knee him in his dick. His pants are open, but his cock is stashed and he’d better hope to fuck, he’s a lying cunt and didn’t get as far as sticking his dick in our girl.
“Damien!” Alistair calls out, and I sense rather than see Robbie barrelling toward me again. I pivot on my heel, my fist flying out to meet his charge head-on. There’s a crunch, and Robbie stumbles back, his nose gushing blood.
Stanley tries to crawl away, but I grab him by the collar, yanking him back into the fight.
“Give up, Stanley,” I hiss, my voice cold as steel. “You’re done.”
His eyes are wide, fear finally seeping into the cracks of his smug facade as he struggles beneath my grip.
“Did you fuck her?” I growl, my fist bunched into his shirt.
“No,” he stammers. “I swear, I didn’t fuck her.”
My fist flies for the last time, connecting with his jaw in a satisfying snap. His body goes limp, and I know he won’t be getting up anytime soon.
I shove myself away from him, my breaths coming hard and fast. The room is a wreck; shattered glass, splintered wood, reminders of the violence we’ve just unleashed. But none of it matters as I turn toward Ever, still lying motionless on the bed as the fight rages on around her. Students are giggling and recording this entire thing, and Ever is lying half-naked on the bed, completely out cold.
“Jesus,” I snap and shove a first year in the face with my palm as he holds his phone up to Ever. He stumbles back into a group of guys like fucking dominoes.
“Ever,” I say, my voice breaking. Her name is a lifeline, pulling me back from the edge of darkness. I step over to her, gently touching her shoulder. “Can you hear me?”
No response.
“Shit, Ever,” I murmur, brushing a strand of golden hair from her face. Her skin is too pale, herlips parted slightly, vulnerable in a way that wrenches at something deep inside me.
“Damien,” Alistair’s voice cuts through, but I barely hear him. My world has narrowed to the girl before me—to Ever, with her ethereal beauty now marred by this ugly night. “Get her the fuck out of here.”
“Ever, I’m sorry we let this happen to you,” I whisper, more to myself than to her. “I’ll burn the fucking world down before I let anyone hurt you again.”
My hands shake as I remove my tee and yank down her dress to cover her. “You’re safe,” I whisper, unsure if she hears me.
Her head lolls as I scoop her up, cradling her close against my chest. The fight is just noise and blurs now, a background to the weight of her in my arms. She’s too light like she’s already slipping away from this world.
Alistair’s got Alex by the collar out in the hallway, his face pure thunder. I don’t envy that kid one bit. But he deserves everything the sect leader is going to throw at him. “Let’s move,” he barks, and we sweep through the room and down the stairs.
We spill into the cool night, Ever’s breath ghosting against my neck. I tighten my hold on her. If anyone so much as looks at her wrong, I’ll fucking slaughter them, the consequences be damned.
“I’m going to nail that fucker to the wall by his balls,” Alistair growls, tightening his hold on Alex.
