"Go to hell!"
A savage grin spread across Declan Belmont's face as he anticipated Elias Vance being crushed to death by the falling coffin, a fool overestimating his own strength. A coffin weighing several hundred pounds, plummeting from fifteen or twenty feet up, would generate enough force to pulverize bone on impact. No human being could possibly catch something like that.
Yet Elias raised his right hand and thrust it upward. The coffin landed squarely in his palm, and he held it there, steady as stone. What was more, the collision produced no sound whatsoever. To prevent Elena Croft inside from being injured, Elias had used some extraordinary technique to absorb and dissipate the force entirely, channeling the momentum through his body and into the earth beneath his feet.
Watching t
