The Fifth Candle
The man doubled over instantly.
Everyone froze.
Then, all hell broke loose. Julian fought like a man possessed. His eyes were red, his punches wild and merciless.
The others quickly lost their tempers too. Nobody backed down.
By the end, Julian had taken several solid hits himself. He lay flat on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Yet… For the first time in months, he looked like he could finally breathe.
The friend he had punched first was still clutching his stomach. His face twisted with anger. "Julian, what the hell is wrong with you?"