"I don't know who to call heartless between you guys," Serena spat, her voice shaking with barely restrained fury as she jabbed a trembling finger toward the three of them—Marlowe, Darrell, and Adrian. Then she turned to Lucian, pale and unconscious in the bed behind her, and pointed at him too, her eyes dark with the storm gathering behind them. "And him."
The air was thick, almost too heavy to breathe, every corner of the room bristling with unspoken tension. Serena's chest rose and fell in rapid succession, her body visibly vibrating with rage that she was trying, and failing, to keep under control. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides like she was resisting the urge to throw something, or maybe to scream. She wasn't just mad—she was shattered.
