Meryl's POV
The atmosphere shifted before I could even process what was happening. That familiar electric charge crackled through the air like lightning before a storm, stealing the breath from my lungs and sending ice through my veins. I knew that sensation, that overwhelming presence that could fill a room and make everyone else disappear. My heart stopped before I even turned around.
Andre.
When I spun toward the commotion, he was already there. His fists connected with Chester's face in a relentless rhythm of violence, each blow landing with sickening precision. There was no hesitation in his movements, no mercy in the way his body moved like a weapon designed for destruction. His eyes had gone completely black, empty of everything except pure, consuming rage. He looked like something dangerous had taken control of him, something that spoke only in blood and brutality.
