Savage Justice

"That's enough!" Rhys roared as he dragged me off Cormac. For the last week, I had beaten him to a pulp fifteen times...twice every day and three times on Sunday. My knuckles were a tapestry of bruised skin and dried blood, but honestly, it still didn't feel like enough.

"Beating him to death won't wake up Nyssa. It won't make her open her eyes."

I grunted, shoving Rhys back, my chest heaving with