Ace didn't know what he wanted anymore.

Killing this guy wouldn't bring his brother back from the dead. And it was just an old wound. One he should have forgotten with the rest.

He threw him into the crowd instead and punched a wall hard, half hoping the scraped knuckled would remind him to control his temper better -- fat chance.

"Stay out of my way," he warned with a growl, maybe for the blond, maybe for everyone else.

Next person who started something with him and then had the gall to treat him like he wasn't even there, he probably would kill. For sure.