Michael's POV
"Michael, stop!" Alaina's call brought me back to reality, and I got away from Henry's body. He had managed to land me a punch or two in the course of the fight, and my jaw hurt too much.
My fists clenched at each side, and I could feel the veins on my hand pulse with anger. Henry didn't seem to feel sorry for what he had done. His grin mocked me; it was a sound that wanted me to pounce on him again.
I felt a flash of heat rise up in my chest, and I couldn't stop myself from saying it. "You're a coward," I spat, the words sharp. "Bastard!"
He didn't flinch. The bastard just kept laughing, like I wasn't even there.
Before I could think, before I could stop myself, I took a step forward. My body was already ready for violence. I wanted to hurt him, to make him feel the way he'd made me feel, but then a voice rang out, clear and sharp, cutting through the tension.