He spun on me like he did Nikolai. His fist halted in the air an inch away from my face. I didn’t back away. I didn’t flinch as his bloodied fist hovered mere millimetres from my jaw. I just stared into his wild, frantic eyes, his chest rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths. Even in his darkest, and cruellest moment, one where he was so consumed with rage he couldn’t see straight, he refused to hurt me.
