Bertha’s POV
Ford’s fist hurtles toward Ethan, but Ethan catches it midair, his hand closing tightly around Ford’s. With a forceful squeeze, the bone snaps, and Ford lets out a sharp, antagonizing cry. Those cheering for him earlier as he assaulted Ethan all go quiet, watching as he stumbles back, clutching his shattered hand, eyes wide in shock and pain.
Ethan stands, his face mirroring the same shock etched onto Ford's. But there's something else—something dark and unrestrained—that wanting to break free, but before he can react further I grab his arm, pulling him away from the gasps and stares.
“Come on Ethan,” I murmur under my breath, steering him toward the front door. “Before things get even more outta hand.”
As we slip outside, Rose, Cara, and Dean fall into step behind us. I s
