Nikolai's Pov I had fought Ivan once, years ago, in a sparring session that had gone too far between two brothers testing exactly how much each could take. I had never imagined I would one day be fighting Ace with the same controlled brutality. His fists drove at me with a precision that had none of his usual instinct in it. Only mechanical execution of something programmed beneath his skin. "Ace. Stop." He did not stop. His eyes were flat. Distant. The person I loved was trapped somewhere behind a face that kept moving toward me with lethal intent. "Ivan, get back. I have him." "You do not have him." Ivan circled wide. His jaw was already swollen from the first hit. "Nobody has him right now." Ace came at me again, faster than before. I caught his wrist before the strike landed. I twisted hard enough that anyone else
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