Scott rained a brutal succession of punches onto Tom's face.
The crowd stood frozen, entirely powerless to stop him. Even Estella was ruthlessly shoved aside when she tried to intervene.
Blood splattered across the polished floor. Panic seized me—he was going to kill the man. Lunging forward, I grabbed Scott's arm, crying out, "Stop it! Scott, stop! You're going to kill him!"
Only then did his fists finally still.
He spun around, catching me by the waist and pulling me into a fierce, trembling embrace.
For a fleeting second, the familiar warmth of his chest brought a wave of comfort. But the moment I caught sight of Estella's venomous, resentful glare, reality snapped back.
I pushed him away.
Before I could even steady my breathing, Brian appeared in front of me, pressing a glass of
