Marcus’s knuckles connected with Matt’s cheekbone in a sickening crunch, sending a sharp jolt of pain radiating through Matt’s face.
Marcus stood his ground, not retreating an inch. Instead, he lunged forward, his fist flying toward Matt’s eye.
Matt narrowly dodged the blow, his reflexes sharp despite the adrenaline coursing through his system. “Lila’s the one who got hurt! Why are you here, fighting me?” he shouted, his voice hoarse with frustration.
Marcus sneered, his eyes gleaming with uncontained fury. “I’ve been waiting for this moment. Waiting to humble you, to mess you up, Matt. You think you’re better than everyone else. Well, not today.”
He charged again, wild and reckless. But Matt was quicker, sidestepping the attack and grabbing Marcus by the hair. With a sharp tug,
