Tonia's POV
I had only stepped outside the bar for a brief moment, but when I returned, complete mayhem had erupted inside.
Shattered glass littered the floor. Tables lay overturned like fallen soldiers. Chairs were scattered in every direction, some split clean in half.
The entire establishment had transformed into a war zone as patrons desperately tried to pry apart two men locked in vicious combat.
Lucien and Ryder were at each other's throats again.
By the goddess, why did this keep happening?
"Lucien! Stop this madness!" I screamed, forcing my way through the chaos of flying fists and splintered wood.
"Just having a little chat!" he hollered back, barely missing a devastating blow to his jaw.
I lunged forward and seized his arm, attempting to drag him away from the destruction, but he threw me off effortlessly. The two men continued their savage dance, hurling furniture and sending drinks cascading to the floor in a symphony of violence.
