Lucien couldn’t breathe, could barely think, the images ingrained in his conscience like poison ivy clinging to the shattered remains of his future. Holding onto his composure by a thread, he yanked the cravat loose, and leaned against the wall.
Breaths seesawing in and out of his chest, the world narrowed, focused, as his inner demon screamed. He couldn’t let that side of him loose, however, not here, not ever. His kind only survived because they stayed in the shadows.
The cheating bitch emerged all flushed, and he crushed the engagement ring in his pocket.
Revenge would be his.
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