Minutes passed by me repeating the spell and the fight kept going on. Even though the second Forte brother had been stabbed, he was no longer injured. If anybody from outside came into the room they wouldn’t realise that he had been stabbed. The only reminder was the blood that is staining his T-shirt.
I felt Ace squeeze my hand before letting go. I was about to ask him where he was going, but he put his hand up indicating to me to keep saying the spell. I watched him move towards the fight, his steps were slow and calculated, almost as if he had been planning this the whole time.
He held Zavion’s arm and pulled him towards where I was standing. As they came closer to where I was standing Ace whispered something in Zavion’s ear. Zavion nodded his head and walked over to me.
He took hold
