Lukes POV.
If there has ever been any moment in my life that I had the chance to change or rewrite, it would, without a damn doubt, be this one. The moment the metal doors hinges had given up and flung open, her deep, drained brown eyes locked with mine for an agonizing second before her eyes fell shut.
My blood started heating up the moment my eyes travelled along her marred body. Each cut fuelled my anger further to punish, torture and kill this bastard. She was suspended a good five inches of the ground with blood oozing its way to the floor. f**k! f**k! This was all my fault.
I was so lost in her state that I didn't notice Vladimir, the bastard, aim his weapon at me until Chris pushed me and him to the ground. The blade hit the wall loudly before falling to the floor.
''Focus, Ca
