Kieran's POV
“One of us will die.” Caleb chuckled.
“Oh let me guess, it's not you?” I scoffed.
“Definitely not.”
“I've imagined the several ways that I'm going to kill you, and I don't even know which one to go with yet.” I muttered, and he smirked.
“I doubt that'd be happening.” He said.
“I'll make sure it's slow and painful, and then I'll destroy everything that matters to you.” I growled. “It ends here for you, Caleb.”
“Let's find out then?” Caleb smirked, and showed off his claws, then he moved.
Faster than I expected, his fist came flying at my face. I barely dodged, shifting my weight to the side. His knuckles grazed my jaw, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, I countered, delivering a brutal punch to his ribs.
He grunted but didn’t stumble.
