Chapter 685

• The hate and utter contempt I felt for this man was indescribable. I hated everything he represented, and I hated that he’d taken Adelie from me. His eyes still held malice when he looked at me but he smirked as if he could read my mind.
• “Two broken ribs,” I said, and punched Rupprecht hard on his side where Adelie’s broken ribs had been.
• He went down with a grunt and I punched him on the cheek, shattering the bone on impact as he screamed. “A broken cheekbone.”