100. FELIX YEATS (POV)

My hand is still tight, fingers dug into his throat, until Tony's voice pulls me back. I let go slowly, just enough for Matthew to gasp for air, coughing, his eyes wide. He knows I’m at the edge now—and that, unlike every time before, there’s no mercy left in me.

I step back. Walk over to the side c...

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