Chapter 89. Blood Must Be Answered

My heart shattered at the sight of it. How could our father betray Skyler like this? How could he twist our loyalties so cruelly that brother must fight brother?

They fought as though possessed, devoid of mercy—each face etched with dread, each blow meant to end a life. I forced myself to defend, to hold them at bay, but I could not deliver a killing blow. The compulsion to destroy was theirs, not mine. I was forbidden by love and loyalty from truly harming them. But as blows rained down upon me, my strength began to fade, the truth growing more impossible to deny: I was merely delaying the inevitable.

Without warning, Liam closed in again. His fist connected with my jaw in a heavy, bone-shattering impact. A dull roar echoed in my ears as my vision went pitch black for a heartbeat. I sagged to one knee, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth, my teeth aching. Before I could steady myself,