LUKE’S POV

They always said rage was blinding.

But they were wrong.

Rage made everything crystal clear.

A raw, blistering awareness.

I watched her fall, my Aurelia. Blood bloomed across her ribs, staining her dress, and she collapsed against me like a broken angel. A shattered gasp left her lips, her body going limb as the bullet—his bullet— found her.

In that second, something inside me snapped.

My wrists tore against the restraints. Flesh split. Metal bit bone. But I ...