Beneath the Fury

Kaelen’s Penthouse

The shower was hot, almost scalding, steam clouding the glass as water poured over him. Blood—not his, but Thorne’s—ran down the drain, washing away like a curse being purged. As if scrubbing him from the world.

And still, it wasn’t enough.

The anger didn’t fade.

Neither did the traces of her—Lyra’s—that clung stubbornly to his skin.

It lingered in his chest, a sharp, cold