Chapter Eighteen

**Zane**

I ducked a punch and pushed my fist forward, pleased to make contact with Jace’s exposed ribs. He grunted in pain, and I was pretty sure I had him. I grabbed the back of his head and brought my knee to his face, where they met with a sickening crack. I pushed him onto his back and extended my claws, holding them to his throat.

“You’re dead,” I whispered, grinning.

He growled, furious, an