FIORELLA’S POV
I had lived through more horrors than most people would see in a lifetime, but nothing could have prepared me for the scene in front of me.
Rhys lifted the axe and drove it into one of the men’s chests.
The sound that followed—both from the act and his scream— would haunt me for the rest of my life.
I stumbled backward, my legs giving out beneath me and dropping me down as blood sprayed across the floor.
Rhys lifted the axe and brought it down over the man’s chest again and again until he stopped twitching and went still.
By the time he finally stepped back, blood had spread across the floor beneath the body.
Rhys’s breathing remained calm, and he looked no different than he had five minutes ago.
Then he turned to the last man who already had his back against the d
