KAI POV
I was a mess.
An emotional mess.
The kind of mess that burns you alive from the inside out, that makes your chest feel too tight, your lungs too small, and your skin too thin to contain the storm. Rage was eating me alive, creeping through my veins like molten metal.
Dalton knew.
He always knew.
One look at me, and he had read every page of the book I was trying to keep closed. His gaze was steady, but there was a sharp edge to it, the kind that said he was ready to restrain me if he had to. Smart man. Smart enough to see I was one breath—one blink—away from turning into a supernova of thunderbolts.
He’d found her.
With that unnerving, almost predatory efficiency that made him terrifying when he wanted to be, Dalton had pulled her face from a grainy piece of security footag
