EDWARD’S POV
Nothing prepared me for this.
I’ve walked into bad situations before. I’ve seen things that should have broken something in me and didn’t. But walking into this station and finding Layla curled on the floor of a holding cell, blood on her face, blood on the floor, looking like she’s been put through every cruelty a person can endure…nothing prepared me.
I’ve never had my heart broken but I’m fairly certain this is what it feels like.
“Let her go.” I step toward the chief officer—Edwin, according to his badge—and keep my voice level, because if I lose it, Zyrax takes over. And I can’t afford that here. “How can you treat her like this?”
He meets me halfway, chin lifted. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”
“You should think carefully about who you’re addressing.” I hold h
