KNOX'S POV
The impact reverberates through the chamber—a crack of his old, empty skull against the hard wood is deeply satisfying in a way I don't have the bandwidth to examine.
"Call her trash again." My voice barely sounds human. My beast, Phantom, has taken over almost completely, and I'm operating on pure predator instinct—the instinct that says a man who threatens your woman is a threat that needs to be eliminated immediately and permanently. "Call her worthless. Call her used. Say one more word about the woman I love, and I swear by my name, James, I will tear your throat out with my teeth and watch you bleed out on this floor."
James's face is darkening. Blood supply cut off. Oxygen deprived. His eyes are bulging, his hands clawing uselessly at my arm, his mouth opening and closi
