KILLIAN The room was a disaster.I had thrown things recklessly; lamps, books, a chair that now lay in splintered pieces against the far wall. The curtains were torn where I'd grabbed them, trying to find something, anything, to release the rage building inside me.But the rage wouldn't release. It just grew, fed by every memory of her face, every echo of her voice, every damn photo burned into my brain.Olivia and Kane. Olivia laughing with him. Olivia letting him touch her.I punched the wall again and the crack echoed, my knuckles split, but I felt nothing.*Killian.* Blade's voice was weak, exhausted from fighting me. *This isn't— *"Shut up." I growled aloud, not caring who heard. "Just shut up."A knock at the door. Then it opened.Benita stepped in, carrying a steaming cup of coffee. She wore a thin robe, barely tied, her hair loose around her shoulders. Her eyes swept over the destroyed room, then settled on me."Killian darling." Her voice was soft, honey sweet. "Goddess you
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