Selena paced back and forth in the room like a caged animal, feeling the pressure inside her chest increase with each thought that insisted on returning to Kade and, inevitably, to Luara, as if that woman's simple existence were a personal insult the world insisted on rubbing in her face. With each passing day, the feeling of losing control became more evident, more suffocating, closer to something not even her rigid upbringing or the weight of her father's surname could contain, and that ...