Chapter 339

• The force of the kick sent Ethan crashing to his knees in front of Pedro. His breath hitched, his chest heaving as he struggled for air. A sharp cough escaped his lips before he finally managed to steady his breathing. Using the car behind him for support, he pushed himself up, still shaken.
• "Pedro, I swear I—"
• "Shut up, Ethan!" Pedro snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You didn’t mean it, huh? Just like you didn’t mean to kill my father? What was it? Some kind of magic? Did it just happen on its own?"