–Livana–
I shoved him and kicked him in the groin. He hissed and slapped me hard across the left cheek. I kicked him again, harder this time.
From somewhere nearby, I heard Jane's voice.
"You little white bitch," Brandon sneered. I raised my walking stick and swung it at him, but he caught it midair.
"Get off her!" Jane shouted. I heard a struggle, followed by the sharp crack of a slap and Jane's gasped.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, touching me?!" Brandon barked.
Then came a heavy thud. Brandon groaned.
"Jane, are you okay? What's happening?" I asked, trying to orient myself.
"Jane, let him go," said Damon's voice—calm, too calm. I heard the clink of glasses falling or being knocked over near me.
Brandon let out a laugh, but it was quickly followed by a punch and a pained cry. Brandon groaned again. From the sounds, Damon had him pinned and was hitting him, over and over.
"Are you killing him?" I asked.
