Luca's POV

The doorknob spun across the floor and hit the wall with a sound that should've satisfied me, should've burned the moment away, but it only fed the heat under my skin.

I folded my fingers into a thick fist, and I threw a punch straight into the wall nearest me. The whole structure vibrated beneath my fist, quivering, my finger torn. I watched dark blood trickle down and curl around a finger or two like a ring as I snatched my hand back to myself. How could I have let this happen? I ...