POV: Darius
I had gotten home very late last night. Too late infact.
Adriana had already fallen asleep by the time I walked into our bedroom. Thank God for that. She didn’t need to see me like that — angry, on edge, ready to break something.
I had forced myself to stay calm, to forget about Maximus Thane and his big mouth, but the bastard had crossed a line he shouldn’t have.
He’d mentioned Matilda.
My sister.
My blood.
The one person I couldn’t save.
And why was she dead? Because of his damn brother. That’s something we both knew never to bring up again, but Maximus had pushed it. He’d wanted to see me lose control.
And I almost did.
But when I got home and saw Adriana sleeping so peacefully, her face soft against the pillow, I knew anger wouldn’t fix anything right now. I need
