His voice was calm, a stark contrast to the murderous look in his eyes.
Reign opened her mouth, but no sound came out. And the next, she was shaking, crying.
Dashiell's gaze dropped to her tears, and something dark and violent flickered across his face.
"Turn around," he said quietly, his voice deadly calm. "Don't watch."
But before Reign could even process what he said, Dashiell had already turned back to the man on the ground. His fist connected with the man’s face.
Again.
And again.
And again.
The man screamed, his words incoherent, and panicked.
"Who the hell are you?! Do you know who I am?! I'll have you killed…"
Another punch followed, and then silence.
Reign's hands trembled as she pressed them to her mouth, trying not to scream.
Dashiell stood over the man's unconscious
