Blind rage robbed Felix of all reason. His hand shot out, snatching a liquor bottle from the bar, and he brought it down on the tabletop with a savage crash.
The bottle exploded. A single, vicious shard flew through the air and lodged itself in Margot's eye.
A piercing scream tore from her throat.
Blood welled and streamed from the ruined socket, painting a crimson trail down her cheek.
The rowdy crowd fell deathly silent, all jeers frozen in their throats.
Barry lunged forward, his fist connecting with Felix's jaw. "Who the hell told you to—"
The rest of the sentence died, choked off by a gurgle.
Acting on pure, feral instinct, Felix drove the jagged neck of the broken bottle deep into Barry's chest.
A bloom of red spread rapidly across Barry's shirt, stark and terrifying against
