UNHEALED

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. “You crazy bastard.” I scoffed as I stared at the pictures strewn out across the table. The sight of it did something to me. All I could feel was rage… and it felt like it burned hotter and more consuming than I’d ever felt before He shrugged, and tsked; the sound felt like acid against raw wounds before he said.. “Believe it or not, it doesn’t change what this is. Sloane was always mine…..she just made sure to fool you long enough to think anyone would love you after your mother died.” My hands clenched instantly like a reflex action, as my jaw jerked with the need to break his. “Do not mention my mother.” My voice was low, so low that even I was shocked at how deadly it sounded. The fucker knew better than to mention her, but the fact that he did, after all we’ve been through together, all he knows about her……he’s going straight to hell for it. “Oh, please, you and I both know I’m right. Besides, Sloane and I are meant to be, so just do us a favour, and leave