JULIAN STYLES POV

I wanted to fucking murder Riven. The road blurred in front of me, the rage that welled up in my chest suffocating until I couldn't drag in even a molecule of air.

My grip tightened on the steering wheel. "How could this bloody happen?" I roared, stepping on the accelerator, but the speed of the car and the roaring of the engine did nothing to assuage the fire that burned hot in my chest.

"How dare you come after me, you bastard. I'll make you regret it, I swear it" I ...