~ Jack’s POV

I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The rage that had been building inside me all day erupted as I charged at Elara, fists clenched, my vision clouded by anger. I wanted to shake her, to make her understand just how much she had pushed me. How far she had gone.

Elara didn’t flinch. She did the exact opposite. She laughed a cold, wicked sound that cut through the tension like a blade. It wasn’t the laugh of someone afraid or even remorseful. No, it was the laugh of someone who ...