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My fist connects with his face, knocking his ass to the ground, thinking of how close London must have gotten to him to cut his hair so nicely. How much care and attention she gave him…

What the actual fuck?

He rises to his elbows and grins up at me from the ground as blood stains his teeth. My bone weapon is against Ezra’s neck before James or anyone can blink. He doesn’t put up a fight as I pull him up and get him into a chokehold in a way that cuts off the oxygen to his brain. The same way he was holding London yesterday. It’s not the first time I’ve done this to him, and it feels just as fucking good as it did the last time.

He always knows how to get under my skin; he baits me to act this way. Only this time, if anyone comes near me, I will kill him.

I grind my teeth together. “What the fuck did you just say?” He can’t respond. His body goes limp underneath me as I restrict his ability to breathe. He doesn’t try to fight back, but his chest rises and falls with laughter.

He’s fucking laughing at me.

I yank him a few feet away from the others, positioning myself so no one can get behind me. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right fucking now?” I say with my mouth against his ear.

“I think he should,” Thomas says, and it makes me smile. Just like old times.

“Thomas, stop. We talked about this,” Jade says, holding him back by simply pressing her hand to his chest. “This isn’t your fight.”

I dig the bone tip into Ezra’s neck. “One little slice, and we’d all have one less mouth to feed. I’d be doing everyone a favor.”

“Micah, stop this shit,” James says, taking a step forward. “You’re scaring the girls.”

Naomi and Serena are shaking like leaves. Jade, however, is watching, her face unreadable.

“What the fuck is he even doing with you?” I snap at James. “He had a knife to London’s throat.”

James curls his lip, his fingers now curled in a hard fist. Thomas steps back, not interfering, which was the exact response I was hoping for. “You had a knife to Naomi’s throat too, man, yet you’re here. And he’s here because London begged me to bring him here, so talk to your girl.”

Not the fucking same.

“He killed my brother,” I retort.

“He didn’t,” Jade says, stepping forward. “That was Nigel, and you know it.”

“Well, he was a fucking part of it.”

As I squeeze, the pulse in Ezra’s neck throbs in my hand from how fast his heart is beating. I want to experience it…What it’s like to suck the soul right out of someone.

My anger is overwhelming. I squeeze harder. I’m not even sure the others realize he can’t breathe at all anymore. One more second, and I could end him.

“Micah, stop! If you kill him, I’ll never talk to you again.”

The sound of her voice nearly cripples me. I whip my head up and see her.

Wild, beautiful, and broken.

London’s watching me as if I’m a monster—the monster I kept telling myself I wasn’t. I drop Ezra, and he immediately gasps for air, clinging to his throat. I’m so tense that no one dares come near me, but Naomi rushes over to him as London takes a step back.

I immediately chase after her. “London, baby, come here.”

London stands there, and everyone stares at her, then back at me. Ezra moans from the ground but finds his voice. “See, I told you she was mine now,” he says in a mocking tone.

London shakes her head, turns around, and disappears into the darkness.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

Jade turns to James. “Get Ezra out of here,” she growls, and James grabs Ezra, pulling him to safety. “Micah, calm the fuck down. And Thomas, you’re not helping. This won’t solve anything. Micah, if you can’t compose yourself, then leave right now and don’t come back.”

James walks Ezra across the meadow, and Ezra stares right at Thomas, then at his missing hand. “He fucking cut my fingers off, too, man,” he mutters as blood stains the snow beneath him. James shakes his head at him. “An eye for an eye.”