A single punch, and Wyatt Quinn's nose was bleeding.
Damian Fairchild was absolutely livid.
As he reared back to throw another punch at Wyatt Quinn, Seraphina grabbed him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and immobilizing him.
Seraphina was pregnant, so he couldn't just shove her away. In that brief moment of hesitation, Wyatt Quinn's fist came flying back at him.
Damian Fairchild took the punch squarely. Blood trickled from the corner of his split lip.
Seraphina's heart leaped into her throat as she scrambled to get between them.
But Wyatt quickly pulled her aside and started trading blows with Damian again, fist after fist.
Furious, Seraphina stomped her foot. Finally, she grabbed an iron rod from the trunk and smashed it against the car's hood. The deafening crash, punctuated by her furious scream, finally brought them to a halt.
"Enough!"
"Stop fighting!"
Seraphina's eyes were red with fury, her entire hand trembling.
