Angela's POV
I stormed down the hallway, my heels echoing sharply off the walls. Each step felt like a punctuation to my anger, a steady reminder of just how far things had spiraled out of my control. Lyra had gone too far this time. Barging into my place, screaming like a banshee, her voice laced with a fury I didn’t even know she was capable of. She even dared to break my favorite vase, scattering pieces of glass across my living room floor as if it was nothing, just like she’d trampled over everything I cared about.
Now, I stood before the heavy metal door where Kurtis was being held, catching my breath. I wasn’t here to play nice or listen to his excuses. He’d brought this on himself when he chose her over me. I twisted the rusty handle, pushing the door open to find him slumped in a
