Nicholas's mind spiraled, and his hands shook with unrestrainable desire for Matthew's blood as just the thought of Matthew hurting them maddened him. His fingers curled into a tight fist, turning his knuckles white, and his jaw twitched violently with sheer rage.
And as he finally learned all the truth, the realization that Matthew was the one responsible for the misery, the torment, and the scar of Isabella for five years settled within him, making his blood boil with wrath.
All the earlier shock, worry, and anxiety faded, and intense rage and a feeling of violent protectiveness and possessiveness surged through him at the thought that Matthew had his disgusting paws extended toward his little moon and stars to claw them. How dared he? He would cut off those paws of his.
As if hurting his family wasn't enough, now he had turned his malice toward his soul. How dared he make them his target? How dared he even think of hurting them?
