Davian.
I stood there for a moment longer, my gaze lingering in the direction Maria had gone, my jaw clenched so tightly it felt like it might crack.
Every instinct in me screamed to go after her, to follow her and to make sure she was safe.
But I didn't move.
I couldn't.
Unlike Adrien, I didn't have the luxury of acting on impulse. I wasn't allowed to lose control, not now, not when everything around us was already falling apart.
My fingers curled slowly into a tight fist at my side, nails digging into my palm.
Control it.
I exhaled sharply, forcing my thoughts into order.
Then my gaze shifted.
Patricia.
She stood a few feet away, still trying to compose herself, but I could see it, the flicker of fear in her eyes. Good. She should be afraid.
Because at that moment, she was the closest thing I had to an outlet.
Before she could react, I moved.
In two quick strides, I closed the distance between us and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back harshly.
