Grant POV
I stared through the bars, my hands clenched into fists, my anger palpable, my eyes flashing, my rage barely contained. She was gone. I would not be able to reclaim her as mine. I had been forced to let her go, forced to let go of the one person who should have been mine and would have been if it hadn’t been for this b***h’s interference. My breathing was shallow, my breath coming in short spurts as I dug my nails into my flesh, drawing blood and relishing in the pain. At least it distracted me from the pain in my heart.
I wanted to kill her. My hands itched to wrap themselves around her throat and squeeze, drawing the life out of her until she took her last breath. Watch her eyes bulge out of her breath and feel her nails scratch at me as she tried to force my hands away. Nev
