Lucas's POV

The silence between us crackles like live wire. Moira sits on the edge of her hospital bed, green eyes moving between Logan and me with that careful expression she wears when she's trying not to set either of us off.

"Victoria should be strapped down," I say, my voice rougher than I intended. "Made to feel every single thing she did to you. The burns, the cuts, the humiliation—all of it."

Moira flinches. "Lucas, ...