Elisha's POV

A lump formed in my throat as I slipped back behind the trees. My hands balled into fists as my body trembled, the rage consuming me.

My hand moved before my brain striking a heavy blow into a tree. The flapping of birds, squawking, startled by the loud bang only fueled my fury. I panted, seething through my teeth.

My fingers tingled. My eyes dropped to my hand. I still held the flowers I'd picked for her. I crumpled them squeezing the colour out of them. My boots finished ...