Lucas’s Point Of View
I watched her.
My beautiful, furious, broken little Maya.
She stood there in the wreckage of her own making, blood dripping from her clenched fists, her chest heaving with shallow, panicked breaths. Her wild eyes locked onto me, full of a rage she barely understood.
Good.
Let her rage.
Let her hate.
As long as it kept her tethered to me. Slowly, I pushed off the wall, stepping closer. One slow, deliberate step. Her body tensed instantly, like a cornered animal.
Good again.
"Stay away from me," she barked, voice sharp, but I heard the tremble underneath it. I smirked. Another step.
Closer.
Closer.
Her breathing hitched, nostrils flaring as she scrambled backward, only to slam into the wall behind her.
Trapped.
Perfect.
"Why can't you leave me alone?!" she burst out, fists trembling at her sides. "Why are you always... always around me?!" I stopped a mere breath away from her, leaning down so that my face was inches from hers.
I watched her pupils dilate, her blood
