POV: Burn
The clubhouse was quiet now, the cleanup crew finishing the last of the repairs. The damage from the Crows’ attack was obvious—bullet holes scarred the walls, broken windows scattered across the floor—but it wasn’t the damage to the building that had me on edge. It was the fact that they had come so close to Sophie. To us.
I couldn’t let it go. Couldn’t let her slip out of my mind for even a second without that raw, possessive need gripping me by the throat.
She was mine, and the thought of losing her—of her being taken from me in this violent world—was enough to drive me insane.
I walked back inside, my eyes scanning the room for her. When I saw her sitting in the back, still curled up in one of the large chairs, something inside me twisted. She looked tired, worn out, and a
