Page 184 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
And suddenly Daltyn is there. His chest heaving, eyes burning, before he launches himself like a missile with a roar ripped straight from hell.
They hit the ground hard.
Everything explodes into chaos.
Blood sprays in the air.
Crack.
A bone splinters beneath Daltyn’s fist.
Landon’s body is jerking underthe impact.
Another punch.
Another.
And another.
Landon is no longer fighting or trying to defend himself.
But Daltyn’s still swinging.
“Daltyn, stop!”
My voice breaks apart.
He doesn’t hear me.
Another punch.
Blood covers his knuckles now.
Another.
Landon stops fighting entirely, but Daltyn keeps swinging like he’s trying to kill every horrible thing that Landon ever did to me.
“DALTYN!”
Nothing.
He won’t stop.
He won’t look at me.
Panic swallows me whole.
“Daltyn, STOP!”
My scream finally breaks through his rage.
He freezes, harsh breaths falling from his lips.
Slowly, Daltyn lifts his head.
Blood streaks across his face.
His chest rises violently.
