ATTICUS
I stormed down the hallway, rage simmering under my skin. I couldn’t remember ever being this angry before—furious with her, furious with myself.
My jaw was clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack. How the hell had I let it happen? How did I lose control like that, especially with her?
Hera.
The same woman that was probably responsible for Rachel’s death. And I had touched her—worse, I had wanted her.
My body had betrayed me the second I laid my hands on her. I couldn’t fight the pull, the attraction. I had kissed her like a madman, like I needed her.
And I f*****g hated myself for it.
The fact that the first woman I touched in years was the one responsible for taking Rachel from me—it made me sick.
And the worst part? The thing that made me want to punch somet
