COLT
"What the hell happened here?" Nic’s voice is sharp, cutting through the wreckage of my own f*****g making. But I barely hear him.
My fists throb. My knuckles—**raw, bleeding, split open to the bone in some places—**sting like a motherfucker. My breath is still coming too hard, too fast, my chest heaving like I just tore through a battlefield instead of a goddamn room.
She asked for Theodus.
And I lost it.
I see what I did now—the busted furniture, the shattered glass, the cracked wall where my fist went straight through the plaster. But I don’t regret it. If anything, I regret not breaking more. Not breaking myself harder. Maybe then, the rage in my chest wouldn’t still be clawing its way up my throat.
Nic steps forward, his boots crunching over the debris. He doesn’t even hav
