Harper
The words didn't make sense. They also didn't sound like a lie.
Vane's answer wasn't verbal.
He moved so fast I only caught the aftermath. One second the Destroyer was standing. The next he was inside the wall again, concrete blooming outward around the impact. Vane pulled him out and slammed him into the floor. The crack split up through the foundation like a fault line.
I'd watched him fight before. Sector Three. Training. Every time, his violence was surgical. Clean lines, minimum force, maximum result.
This wasn't that. This was punishment. Every strike carried more weight than it needed. His collar was blazing crimson and his jaw was locked and something behind his eyes had come completely unhinged.
Three hits. The Destroyer went down.
Vane grabbed his collar with one ha
