RAGNA POV...
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I stood there as everything spiraled out of control, my father's voice cracking through the air like a blade drawn too far back to be sheathed again, his words heavy with disbelief and fury as he demanded whether plotting and beating his own son was truly Gustav's idea of revenge against our family.
And before Gustav could even finish shouting back, with more poisonous excuse could crawl out of his mouth, I saw Father's hand rise and come down in a blur, the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room as Gustav's body twisted helplessly, his left ear ringing so violently that the force sent him skidding several feet across the ground like a discarded rag.
