Bryce had fucked up.

He was well aware of that.

The way he had watched Luke mercilessly attack Jonathan, anger powering every attack he brought down on the smaller man.

He glanced at Ryan for a single second, noticing the conflicted expression on his face. Did he want to fight as well?

He could feel Ohm's stare on his back.

It put him on edge and he felt as if he could fall over any minute.

He was scared.

No. He was fucking terrified.