POV: Zara
I watched in frozen horror as Cassian and Jason grappled for the syringe. Their faces were twisted with rage, veins standing out on their necks, teeth bared like animals. This wasn't a fight. This was war. Years of hatred, jealousy, and pain condensed into brutal violence.
The syringe clattered to the floor, spinning away from both of them. For a heartbeat, they both stared at it. Then they exploded into motion again.
Jason threw the first punch, his fist connecting with Cassian's already bleeding jaw. Cassian's head snapped back, but he didn't go down. Instead, he surged forward, driving his shoulder into Jason's chest.
They crashed into the wall so hard the plaster cracked.
"Stop!" I tried to scream, but my voice came out weak and hoarse. The drugs were still in my system, making everything feel distant and unreal. "Please, stop!"
