Alex chuckled, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. "What's this, Kingsley? Acting like a hero? You don't belong with her. She's…"
CRACK.
Logan's fist connected with his face, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the room.
"Don't speak her name!" Logan thundered, slamming him again. "You think you're strong because you hit women? Let me show you what it means to be destroyed."
Alex staggered forward, throwing a punch in retaliation but Logan caught it midair and drove his knee into Alex's ribs, making him howl in pain.
Jean watched through bleary eyes, her vision focusing just enough to see Logan lose all control.
Not calculated. Not cold.
Just rage.
A fierce, protective storm that turned him into something feral.
Alex lunged with a growl, trying to grab Logan's neck, but Logan twisted behind him, hooked his arm, and slammed him face first into the corner of the table. Alex collapsed with a broken groan.
"Logan…" Jean rasped, struggling to sit up.
