Shane’s POV

I didn’t kill Ezekiel.

Not because I didn’t want to—but because his smirk told me there was more to gain by letting him live. For now.

I left the penthouse with clenched fists and a tighter jaw, heat still seething behind my eyes.

Every inch of me screamed for blood. His arrogance. His lies. The way he said Lovia’s name like she was a pawn on his personal chessboard made me wanted to devour him.

Lovia is mine alone and I hated the idea of sharing. And anyone who ...