Caleb's POV
I burst through the hall doors, my fists clenched tight at my sides.
Every person in the room turned to stare, but only one face mattered. He watched me approach, attempting to maintain his composure, though I caught the subtle way he shifted his weight.
"You lying piece of shit!" I bellowed, pulling my arm back before launching my fist forward with devastating force. The impact against Griffin' jaw created a sickening crack as his head snapped sideways, flesh tearing open as blood streamed down his face. My knuckles split on contact, crimson drops hitting the marble floor with tiny sounds that seemed to echo louder than my thundering heartbeat.
Blood was flowing. I was actually feeling something.
Voices called out my name from every direction, but I had already crossed the line into madness.
I seized Griffin by his shirt collar, driving another punch into the same wounded spot to prevent it from healing quickly. He didn't deserve that mercy.
