Romain
Helplessness is the kind of poison that eats at a man's soul, and I've tasted enough of it over the years to know it always comes with an afterburn—rage. The raw, explosive kind.
It curls beneath my skin, sharp and relentless, demanding that I lash out and tear through whatever's in my way, which right now includes Roger Dravensworth and the entire Cimmerian family.
Damn the consequences.
But I can't afford to lose my head. Not now. Not when she's counting on me. Emmalee needs strategy, not chaos. A monster with a plan, not one that devours everything in sight.
If we're to have a future together, everything depends on how calm I can be.
I clench my fists, forcing myself to breathe. Every instinct screams at me to destroy, to rip apart the walls caging me in and bring her
