Adriano’s POV ~
I don’t even remember breathing.
One second, the words were out of Salvatore’s mouth—“She’s dead”—and the next, something in me snapped. The sound that ripped from my throat wasn’t human. It was animal. It was hell itself tearing through my lungs.
My body shot upright before I could even think. The vase—my mother’s vase—was the first thing my hands found. It flew through the air and shattered into a thousand pieces against the wall. The crash barely registered before the next wave of madness gripped me. My hands clawed at the coffee table, overturning it then the sofa, shoving it hard until it toppled. The heavy thud echoed, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.
I screamed. A sound so guttural, so savage, it stripped my throat raw. My knuckles slammed into the nea
