BRIAR’S POV
“Tavian, stop it!” I scream his name louder, grabbing onto his arm with all the strength I can muster, just as he's about to land another blow.
I brace myself, expecting him to throw me off and continue the fight, knowing full well the danger of breaking up two tall, well-built men set on killing each other.
But instead, he freezes mid-swing. His breath comes out in ragged gasps, and though his eyes still burn with fury at Eli, he doesn’t attack again.
Slowly, he lets me drag him away. I force his face toward me, desperate to pull him out of this violent haze. His eyes are wild and unfocused, tension radiating off him in waves.
“Calm down, Tavian,” I whisper, patting his back and rising on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his shoulders.
Gradually, the tension in his bo
