Lucian's entire body vibrated with the need to move.
To leave this office and track down Radu. And rip out his heart with bare hands even though it wouldn't kill him- just hurt him, make him suffer at least.
His eyes flickered toward the window, calculating the fastest route, his muscles already tensing to spring...
Then he looked at Rowan.
Rowan sat behind his desk, both hands pressed flat against the wood like he was physically holding himself together. His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle jumped in his cheek. His eyes stared at nothing, just hollow and distant.
The view made Lucian's feet stayed planted on the floor.
He couldn't leave. Not now. Not when Rowan looked like he was one more phone call away from completely shattering.
Air hissed through Lucian's teeth as he exhaled slowly, forcing his body to remain still.
He took a step toward Rowan, his hand half-raised to offer... what? Comfort? Support?
Then the weight of what he had done crashed over him.
