Estella’s pov
“Enough!”
Lycan Darius’s voice shocked me away. My breath was dragged, my mind clouded as my eyes fluttered open.
Then I remembered. Xander. Uncle Herry. All of it.
It felt like a dam had cracked in my chest. I doubled over, gasping for breath as hot tears stung my eyes and fire filled my blood.
He took him! He took my uncle from me!
“Estella,” Lycan Darius’s voice came from beside me.
My head snapped up suddenly. “Where’s he?!”
“Xander?!” I asked again. Rasping as a dull throb started in my head. But I didn’t care, my senses were heightened. Fury burning beneath my skin. “Where the f**k is he?!”
My eyes landed on the small fruit knife left on the table alongside the peels of an apple, and I slipped out of bed to grab it. The handle felt too small in my grip, but it
