Kermit's POV
I moved closer to the bed, settling on its edge as my hand reached toward her hair. My fingers worked carefully, brushing away the tangled strands that had fallen across her face.
Looking at her was torture. Every bruise, every cut reminded me of her screams echoing through that warehouse. The way she had begged that bastard to stop hurting her played on repeat in my mind like a broken record.
Damn it, Tonia. I had always believed my children were my only weakness. They were the ones who could drive me to madness at the thought of harm coming their way.
But Tonia had awakened something different in me. Something darker and more consuming. Only the gods knew how close I had come to losing all control when I heard her cries of pain.
I forced myself away from the bed and headed into the bathroom. The cold spray of the shower did little to calm the rage still burning in my veins.
