LUCAS’ POV.

I could not control myself. All that filled my head was the desire to break something, anything!

The maids around me screamed, and it made me madder. How could John have fooled me? How dare he?

I raised Emily, whom I didn’t recognize, ready to throw her ruthlessly, and watch her bleed, but she clung on to my arm, like it were a tree branch, and cried.

“Please, please, don’t let me go. Don’t, I beg you!” She cried, looking down in fear. “I’m going to fall. I’m going ...