Lucas's POV
It was almost midnight, but I still couldn't bring myself to calm down.
The city stretched beneath my office windows in a sea of restless lights—cars weaving through traffic, buildings glowing like they were awake with secrets. The world felt too loud, too bright, too alive for the kind of storm boiling inside me.
I stood with my hands in my pocket, jaw locked so tight it hurt.
I still couldn’t shake it.
Couldn’t stop seeing it.
Cameron’s hand around her throat.
Her bruised skin.
Her voice breaking.
Her eyes wide with fear.
Every time the image slipped back into my mind, a wave of pure, uncontrollable rage surged through me—hot, sharp, blinding. The kind of anger that made my blood burn, my muscles tighten, my vision blur around the edges.
I had gone through hell i
