The fight had turned wild and messy.
Luca and Killian were now a blur of fists and growls, moving their bodies like wolves in combat. They flashed gritted teeth, swinging their arms wildly at each other, grunts escaping their lips with every strike.
Their movements were too fast to be considered human. The crack of knuckles against bone, the thud of impact on skin, the sharp inhalations from the mouths, all of it echoed through the garden in strange sounds.
Bella's voice rang through the garden, crying with desperation.
"Stop it! Please—STOP!"
But they didn't even acknowledge her.
Neither of them turned to the sound of her voice, neither of them cared, neither of them bothered to stop.
Killian slammed Luca's shoulder into the base of the water fountain, Luca retaliated with a hard elbow to his torso just beneath his ribs.
There was blood now, smeared on Luca's lip and smeared across Killian's cheek. Their uniforms were stained with mud, pure rage burning in their chests.
