The way everything falls in place when I have a reason to fight.
I see a flash of movement from the other side of the yard and someone comes out from behind the trees.
My heart drops when I see that it’s Rayne.
No.
Don’t be here.
Not for this.
“Hunter,stop.”
I don’t know if he heard what the guys said about him, but there’s nothing that is going to stop me now.
I get to the group before Rayne does.
And the tall guy at the center of the group who called Rayne a “scholarship case?”
He doesn’t know how lucky he’s about to be.
He’sluckybecause I decide to leave my knife in my pocket. Heat flashes through my body as I close the distance between us, going in fast.
My knuckles hit his skin before he can even react.
The flash of pain is sudden, like anold friend.
The punch I land on the side of his face ismerciful.
My fist connects with his cheek and upper jaw, and I catch him off guard so badly that he stumbles backward, his back hitting the big grill behind him.
“Thefuck, man?” one of the other guys says.
Right as I land the second punch.
“Say it again,” I roar at the guy as he sits his ass down on the ground, his hand sliding in the fresh snow.
I’m over him a moment later, keeping him pinned.
Blood rushes in my ears.
I feel every beat of my heart as my pulse quickens.
And Irelishit.
The other guys are surrounding us, making feeble attempts to pull me off, but they don’t have a clue how to do it.
“Hunter,” Rayne says from beside me.
“Fucking say it again. I dare you to say it,” I’m telling the guy below me.
These guys bitched.
Gossiped.
But they have no sense of what a real fight is like.
The guy under me glances up at Rayne, then back to me, and finally, the pieces start to come together beneath his thick skull.
