JACK’S POV
The television shattered against the wall of my quarters in Silverpine hard enough to send sparks bursting across the room.
Glass exploded across the floor. One rogue by the door flinched and lowered his gaze before I could turn my fury on him next.
On the screen—before I destroyed it—Seraphina Blackthorne had stood beneath the lights beside Kieran as if she belonged there.
Calm.
Controlled.
Untouchable.
‘This is your last chance, Jack. Stop hiding behind innocent rogues and own up to your crimes.’
My jaw clenched so violently it hurt.
I grabbed the nearest chair and hurled it across the room. It crashed into a metal shelving unit hard enough to dent steel.
“I should have killed that bitch when I had the chance,” I snarled.
Nobody answered.
Nobody was stupid enough to.
The rooms my father had shoved me into in Silverpine’s lower compound reeked of oil, rust, damp concrete, and fear.
