Luca's POV
The halls stretched long and dim in front of me, but I barely noticed them as I walked with a rage boiling beneath my skin. My fists were clenched so tight that the pressure burned my knuckles.
Every servant I passed dropped their eyes and moved out of my way, sensing the storm in my expression. I didn't need to growl or snap orders. My anger was thick enough to choke them all.
Selena had stood in front of me like a creature resurrected from ashes, yelling like she had been the one wronged. She had spit at my feet, her voice torn and wild, accusing me of cruelty—me, the son of a woman she murdered.
She had screamed that I was a monster. She dared to twist the truth like that. If I were a monster, she wouldn't have had the chance to raise her voice, let alone scream in my face. She wouldn't be breathing.
