(Lucas’ POV).
I was boiling.
My blood felt like it was on fire, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. If I hadn’t had Lena in my arms, trembling like a leaf caught in a storm, I would’ve gone back into that stadium and ripped someone’s throat out.
How dare they.
How dare they scream at her like that. Shame her. Spit words like venom. Like she wasn’t a living, breathing person with a heart that could break just like anyone else's.
And on Valentine’s Day of all days.
Adrian had stayed behind—he needed to know who had orchestrated this whole damn thing. But for now, Lena was with me. I was the one holding her, the one who caught the wreckage of her shattered spirit, and I wasn’t going to let go.
She was silent the entire walk back, but her body told me everything. She was shaking, arms wr
