But I caught sight of Mitch, and launched after him. I made it the three strides through the broken railing and onto the porch before I landed on him as he tried to stagger away. He managed to land another punch, but I ate the blow before gripping his arm and twisting it back and up. That shoulder I’d popped earlier had to be screaming now, because he was. I hauled him backward and threw his ass off the porch. Anger boiled inside of me as I glared at him. My right eye was already swelling shut, and I couldn’t breathe through one nostril. My ribs ached, my lungs burned, and my fists felt like
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