Edward’s face, set with rage, seethed at her in the dark.
“Where in hell do you think you’re going?” he breathed, not loosening his grip on her shoulders even as she pressed her dagger to the side of his throat.
“Get out of my way,” she growled, hardly recognizing her own voice. “Lukas can’t keep me locked up.”
“I’m not talking about Lukas locking you in your room. Use your head and think, Victoria!” A flicker of her—a part of her that had somehow vanished since she’d shattered that clock—realized that this might be the first time he’d ever addressed her by her name with so much pain in his voice.
“Get out of my way,” she repeated, pushing the edge of the blade harder against his exposed throat.
“I know you want revenge,” he panted. “I do, too—for what he did to all of us. I know you—
