Leonel POV
I had never felt the kind of anger that was spreading through my body now, and with it, came an itchy sensation, which somehow seemed to be even stronger.
It felt like I wanted to crawl out of my skin.
And the more I looked at Clare's brother, the angrier I seemed to get.
I wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing here, but something told me he wasn’t here to rescue her.
A growl had ripped from my chest already, but her brother still wasn't backing down. I stepped forward. Jim had just gotten away, but I didn't want to chase after him with Clare right there. I just wanted to make sure she was alright first.
But now that I knew she was okay, my anger returned and needed some sort of release. So, her brother would just have to do.
I took another step, my vision turning red. A tingle flowed up my arm as I felt something grab my hand and tug it back.
It was Clare, I knew it, but I ignored her and attempted to keep walking. My focus was on the scum in front of me.
