Raven
Jackson backed up a step, cradling me against his chest like Chris had. He kept his body angled away from the edge of the docks, protecting me from the wind and spray of the water. Chris stepped forward.
He crossed the distance between them in two strides. His fist came up fast. A brutal and clean hit. The sound of flesh hitting flesh had me wincing. The sound of it cracked through the rain like a whip. Nico's head snapped to the side, but he didn't stumble. He didn't fall. He didn't even flinch like a normal man would. But then again, he's not a normal man.
Nico just absorbed it. The hit, the pain. He took it all like he deserved it. Part of me wanted to scream that he did. To give him every pain I was feeling only magnify it tenfold. Part of me also ached at the thought of him
