POV: Burn
The blood was still drying on my knuckles as I stalked through the clubhouse. My head was pounding, my body humming with adrenaline and rage. We’d taken down the Crows today, hit them where it hurt. But this wasn’t over. They’d come back at us harder next time.
I couldn’t think about that right now, though. The only thing on my mind was Sophie—her face when I walked through the door, the way she looked at me like she’d been holding her breath all day. She was the one thing that kept me grounded, the one thing I couldn’t afford to lose in this chaos.
I found her in the back room, waiting for me like she always did. The second she saw me, her eyes lit up with relief, but there was something else there too—something dark and needy. She stood up as I approached, her breath catchin
