Ethan moved first. The punch came out of nowhere, a blur of motion and raw power that cracked across Duncan’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. But Duncan only laughed, wiping the blood that trickled from his lip with the back of his hand.
“Good,” he rasped, grinning. “I was hoping you’d make me bleed.”
He lunged, and the two collided like thunder meeting stone. Fists met flesh with sickening force. Every strike Ethan threw was fueled by rage, the thought of Ruby bound and terrified, of Duncan’s filthy hands anywhere near her, but Duncan absorbed the hits like a man too broken to feel pain. He fought with wild precision, a predator’s rhythm with every move honed by violence and insanity.
Ethan slammed him against a pillar, the concrete cracked beneath the impact, and Duncan retaliated
