(Lucas’ POV).
I was angry and there was no way I could turn my anger into kind, it would never happen after everything that happened to me.
I stared at the bottom of my empty glass, my fingers clenched so tightly around it the veins on my hand bulged.
The bar was dim, hazy with lowlights and even lower energy, but none of that dulled the fire searing through my chest.
Lena… She was supposed to be mine.
And after everything—after the way I risked everything to keep her in that damn competition, to make sure she crossed that finish line—she still chose them. Adrian. Kai.
Their laughter had followed them all the way back into the hostel, echoing like knives in my ears. And when she joked about the shower… Gods.
She didn’t even look at me. She really was fine to share herself with
