Leo could not breathe right. His chest felt too small for all the things moving inside him. Anger. Hurt. Pain. None of them were clear enough to separate. They blurred together until he did not know which was which anymore. He wanted to tear the world apart, he wanted to fight and break something, he wanted to run until his legs gave out.
He had thought he knew himself. He had thought he could control it. But the image of Amara in Adrian’s arms would not leave his mind. Adrian’s hands on her waist, her face tilted up, the way her body had leaned into his just enough. That one memory ate him alive.
How dare Adrian touch her.
How dare Amara let him.
The thought ran wild, circling his head like sharp blades. His fists had curled so tight that his nails dug into his palms until he felt the
