Avery's POV.
The jerk was so violent that I thought my hand had been ripped from its socket. I looked up to see the person holding me.
It was Lucian.
One of his hands braced around the cracked railing. The other hand locked around my wrist as the leather of his gloves bit into my skin.
My ribs slammed against the stone edge of the terrace as Lucian hauled me upward with a brutal force like that of a fisherman landing his catch.
My feet hit the stone as I crashed into him breathless. His nostrils flared as he breathed in terror. “Did you think I will let the ground have you? Did you think you could leave me that easily?”
I planted my hand against his chest and shoved him with every ounce of strength I had left. “Don't touch me!” I screamed.
He wasn't expecting it, so he stumbled b
