Two slaps. That was all it took to silence the entire bar.
The two fallen angels, one male and one female, had been treated with perfect equality. Ethan had not favored one over the other, nor had he held back out of politeness. He flexed his fingers afterward and shook out his hand as if he had just finished a warmup exercise.
"Damn. Your faces are hard," he said casually. "If I didn't have Rae to think about, I'd slap you a few more times just for practice."
He gave them another glance, but inwardly he was genuinely impressed.
He had used roughly half his strength for those strikes. In his current mindset, hesitation no longer existed. He did not weigh consequences or debate morality the way he once had. If something felt wrong, he acted. Simple as that.
And these two had immediately given him a bad feeling. That instinct alone had nearly made him slap them to death on the spot.
Yet they had endured.
