RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV

A broken laugh escaped my lips. There was nothing funny, no, it was just the way I was wired. The voices in my head were loud, clamoring, driving me to the point of insanity.

I didn't care how I drove, and every time I recalled the bruises that bastard had left on Hazel, flames of anger engulfed my chest, burning and consuming me from the inside out. I clenched the steering wheel, the urge to rip it out overwhelming.

He had made her cry. The pained look in her eyes, ...