CHAPTER 18

In one fluid motion, Louis caught Jackson's arm, twisted—

CRACK!

Jackson's scream echoed through the foyer as the coat rack clattered onto his foot.

"AHHHHH! MY ARM! MY FOOT!"

"Interesting," Louis observed clinically.

"I didn't know you could hit such high notes. Have you considered a career in opera?"

"You... you broke my arm!"

Jackson wailed, cradling his twisted limb.

"Really? I thought I was just helping you wave goodbye."

Louis's voice was desert-dry.

"My mistake."

Victoria rushed to her son, shrieking.

"Monster! Beast! We'll have you arrested!"

"For what?"

Louis adjusted his cuffs calmly.

"Self-defense against a man attacking me with furniture? Please, do call the police. I'd love to hear you explain that to them."

Jackson writhed on the floor, alternating between cursing and sobbing.

Victoria was trembling with fear as well.

"I'll kill you for this! I'll destroy you!" Jackson threatened.

"You couldn't even destroy a coat rack properly," Louis observed.

"Though I must say

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