“Lucas!”
My own scream echoed through the hall as I flew down the stairs so fast I nearly slipped. My heart was pounding, my lungs burning, my bruised throat aching with every breath—but none of it mattered.
All I could see was the chaos below me.
Lucas was on top of Cameron.
Punching him.
Over and over and over.
Cameron’s head jerked with every hit, blood splattering across the marble tiles, across Lucas’s shirt, across his knuckles. The sound of fist meeting bone was sharp and sickening, echoing through the entire house.
“Get him off!” someone yelled.
“Lucas, stop—STOP!” another voice cried.
But Lucas didn’t stop.
He didn’t even flinch.
He was gone—completely consumed by the kind of rage that made the whole room shiver.
His face was terrifying. His jaw clenched, eyes blazing,
