Zade's Pov

The room was silent, except for Cole’s ragged breathing and Kiera’s broken sobs. My hands still itched from slamming his skull against the table. Blood smeared the wood, the stench of iron thick in the air.

I didn’t look at them. I didn’t want to. My fury was a living thing, and if I gave it all my attention, they would already be dead.

“Draven.” My voice cut through the silence, low and sharp. “Drag him outside.”

Draven’s smirk ...