LUCAS’S POV
The moment the door closed behind them, I slammed my fist into the side table.
Wood splintered under the impact, the ornate piece collapsing into broken fragments. Pain radiated up my arm, sharp and clarifying.
But it wasn't enough to cause harm.
“My lord?” Byron’s voice was careful. “Are you alright?”
“Fine,” I growled, facing the window.
I wasn’t fine. I was the furthest thing from fine.
I could still taste her on my lips. Still feel the softness of her skin under my hands, hear the way she’d gasped my name when I’d touched her.
And then, I stood and watched Darren take her hand. I watched him cup her face with tenderness I had no right to feel jealous of. I watched them look at each other like they actually belonged together.
They did belong together. Darren was you
