CHAPTER 97: TRICKY OFFER

SERAPHINA’S POV

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Artemis' voice cracks the room, sending chills down my spine. Before Ace can even regain his footing, Artemis lunges at him with ferocious speed.

I watch, frozen still and horrified, as Artemis' fists hammer down onto Ace with relentless, blinded fury. Each blow lands with a savage precision, as if his life depended on crushing his friend's skull into unfixable pieces.

Ace is down, sprawled on the floor, defenseless—yet that does nothing to stop Artemis' assault.

I hear the sickening squelch of battered flesh under Artemis' bloodstained knuckles. Each impact splatters crimson droplets, creating a chilling canvas on the walls around us.

And even then, Artemis doesn't stop.

No, he doesn't even blink.

“Artemis...” My voice is strained and mangled from the choking I endured earlier, still trembling as I watch in horror.

Artemis doesn't hear me; he's deaf, too engrossed in dealing blows to Ace, giving in to a bloodthirsty rage that's pulling his