EMBER’S POV
The movement is so fast it barely registers as motion — in a blink, his hand crossed the space between them in a devastating arc that splits Nathaniel’s skin from temple to jaw in three deep parallel gouges, ripping out an eye with no remorse.
Blood sprays across the wall in a bright fan, spattering the wood panelling in a pattern that will never fully come out, and before Nathaniel can even stagger Knox follows through with a downward s***h that catches his shirt at the collar and rips it apart to the navel, fabric and skin splitting together, the chest under opening in three long shallow lines that bloom red and raw from collarbone to stomach.
Queenie screams, and my own heart stops.
Nathaniel hits the wall and slides, catching himself with one hand pressed to his ruined
