Leo's POV
I stood at the base of the stairs, my hands shaking so badly I had to curl them into fists just to keep control.
My wolf, Xerxes, was clawing inside me, screaming to tear the throat out of the man who had just touched what belonged to us. But I couldn't.
So I turned my glare toward Father Lennox and Father Levi. "This is your fault," I spat in a tone I'd never dared use with them before. "You sent her out there. You practically handed her to him."
They didn't even blink. They ignored our anger and, without a word, turned and walked toward the office, leaving the three of us standing in the wreckage of the foyer.
Lana gave us one long look filled with pity and disappointment before she, too, turned and walked away.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
I looked at Liam. He was staring up the stairs, his eyes glowing with fury. Beside him, Leon looked like a ghost, his face pale and his breathing shallow.
