ALEXANDER
Rage is an emotion that doesn’t quite get enough credit. People talk all the time, about sadness, fear, even joy as if they’re the only ones that matter. But rage… rage is pure. It’s sharp and hot, alive in a way that makes your blood pound and your vision narrow. It burns through every ounce of restraint you thought you had, until there’s nothing left but the truth of what you feel.
And right now, it’s the only thing running through my veins.
My eyes had been on Emmaline from the second she appeared at the ceremony tonight. She was the very picture of perfection. Her every curve, every line of her body wrapped in that dress that caught the light and made her glow. I couldn’t look away. I’d been obsessed with her from the start. With the way she moves, the way her lips press t
