I pull back my fist, and it lands square on his jaw. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink. Fuck. “Finn.” My voice is cautious. “Again. Harder,” he barks. I grit my teeth and swing again, with a lot more power this time. His head goes back with the impact, and he rubs his cheek as he looks dead at me. And my fucking psycho husband smiles. He smirks. “Atta girl.”
