Kaiden's fingers closed around an ankle. From Maximilian's point of view, it was all noise: his own ragged breaths, the scrape of his palms on metal, the jolt when the world yanked him back like a hooked fish. He pulled with everything he had, exerting so much effort that his eyes bulged and mouth stretched in a silent scream… And, despite all that effort, he still slid backward, helpless. The grip was iron.
A kick struck his side, and the air whooshed from him. He toppled onto his back. Kaiden sat on his chest, towering over the man, and flexed both fists.
