“Stop!” I screamed in horror. “Stop, please!”
Easton’s fist stopped only inches away from the other guy’s face, just before crashing into his cheek. He clenched his teeth tightly and slowly turned his head toward me. The moment his eyes met mine, his expression softened.
Most of his torso and fists were covered in blood, and even his face was stained with it. When Easton noticed his own appearance, he blinked in confusion and stepped back, finally leaving the guy alone.
I couldn’t keep looking at the scene in front of me.
It was too much.
I turned around and ran out of there, shoving anyone who got in my way. I climbed the stairs as fast as I could and escaped that terrifying place.
The second the fresh air hit my face, I knew I was going to faint. I had to lean against a nearby bric
