Claire's POV It took me a solid few seconds to actually process what was happening. Grey. Punching Victor. Brutally, relentlessly, fist after fist landing on a man who wasn't even fighting back at this point, just curled up trying to protect his face."Stop!" My voice finally came back to me, cracking on the word. I wrapped the sheet around myself and scrambled off the bed. "Grey, stop! Please, stop it!"I grabbed his arm, tried to yank him off, but he wasn't budging, so I screamed, full volume, right into the room."STOP!"That finally broke through. He froze, chest heaving, and pulled back. Victor's face was already a mess, blood at the corner of his mouth, one eye already starting to swell."Are you okay?" Grey asked, turning to me, breathing hard."Am I…" I nearly choked on the words. "I'm fine! What the fuck are you doing here?!""I was helping…""I wasn't in trouble!" I shouted. "What the hell were you 'helping' me from?!"I watched it hit him, actual realization, dawn
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